Seriously. The man is a saint. We have been struggling for almost 2 years to get M into her own bed. I have definitely been the wrench in the gears, and it’s never been more apparent. A few nights ago, he decided that he’d had enough. So he did what we knew we were supposed to do for months – years even – he marched her back to her room every time she paid us a visit. Last night? One visit. AND…she even fell asleep in her own bed. How many times has that happened in 2 years? Zero. Zilch. Goose Egg. We are not out of the woods yet, but not having a toddler bed in our room, or even a sleeping bag on our floor has been so nice. Hip hip hooray!
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