She’s a little daddy-centric right now. And very unhappy. And keeps freaking out when I’m halfway through writing a post.
My daughter has embarked on a brave new adventure this week: Sleeping alone in a big girl bed.
And by “big girl bed” I mean a mattress on the floor.
And by “alone” I mean with me lying in the bed with her until she (and usually I) fall asleep and my wife extracts me from the room oh-so quietly.
And by “in” I mean that this morning I walked past her gated off yet open doorway to see her lying sleeping on the ground next to her bookshelf.
I don’t know exactly when she woke up and moved herself to the floor as she didn’t really wake up crying for me and/or mommy (as was the case the night before). I thought I heard her at one point around 10 as she drank from the sippy cup we leave next to her at night. She might have rolled off at some point as she’s a very restless sleeper.
We’re trying to work up to the point where I can leave her in her room without her freaking out and needing me to sleep next to her. It’s proving more difficult than we imagined.