Friday, January 23, 2009

Sleep my friend



Emerson has been pretty darn good with the transition to his new bed. But tonight he fell asleep in his doorway, with his special blankie in hand.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The memories of that! He looks so sweet. Although, the memories I have of the floor sleeping went more like this: Zoey escapes from bed at 1am, sneaks into our bed. Parent who drew the short straw kindly escorts restless Zoey back to big girl bed. 1:13am, Zoey escapes again, slips into our bed. Next parent kindly escorts her back. This time, we're a bit smarter. We close our own bedroom door and calmly tell her she needs to stay in her bed. 1:37am. Zoey bangs on our bedroom door, crying. We decide to let her cry it out at the age of two. 5:15am. Steve gets up for the day to find Zoey asleep in the hallway. It is because of this experience that Olivia remained in her crib until it became questionable to visiting guests, and Drew will do the same.