it was the best of times...it was the worst of times

This is a tale about sleep.

Miss E. has been sleeping in our bed for about three weeks now. We never really had an issue at bedtime and she always stayed in her bed until morning. One night she just decided she was afraid and hasn't slept in her room since.

At first we didn't make a big deal about it and let her sleep on the love seat in our bedroom. She was really good and went right to sleep. Well, she must have noticed that Mommy and Daddy get to sleep in the same bed so she decided she would join us too. My mom says it probably doesn't seem fair to a two year old...why should she have to sleep alone?

I don't appreciate her kicking...especially in my head. Or how she sprawls out in my spot when I get up to go the bathroom for the fourth time. Or how she screams for juice, startling us to jump out of bed in shock at 2am.

But...I must admit it has helped AK and me get to bed at a VERY reasonable hour. And Miss E. has slept later in the morning. And there are times that her little hand reaches over and touches my face...and that just melts my heart. And I like having her right there to check if she's breathing (yes, I still do that). And it makes me feel like she's still our baby.

We will be laying down the law pretty soon and Miss E. will be returning to her own VERY pink bedroom, very soon. Until then we will try to stay patient and AK will try to refrain from sneaking into the guest bed.

The End.

P.S. That balloon is still on the ceiling (since March 6th)!