If you were in our house tonight around 7 p.m., this is what you would have found. John and I were in the basement for a minute, and we came upstairs to a baby asleep in the exersaucer. We have started sleep training her, and it's really no fun for anyone involved, including the neighbors. We moved her out of the bassinet (a little late, I know) into her own crib, and we also moved her out of our room into her own bedroom. We have also decided to not feed her in the middle of the night. Last night she cried off and on from 10 p.m. to 11 p.m. and again from 2:30 a.m. to 3:30 a.m. Good times.
Needless to say, we're all exhausted.
Tonight has to go better, right?
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