Sleep Tight

Well it finally happened. We moved Elsa to her own room, to her own crib. I was sad. She wasn't right there for me to soothe her if she fussed, or to just touch her while she slept. What was even more sad, she was just fine. She didn't need me to be there. She slept so well, and only once this week has she woken up in the middle of the night.  So starts a new era in our household.