The crib has been converted to a toddler bed, the safety railing is up, and the littlest human is spending up to 4 hours in it every night. UP TO. Those two words are key here. Of course, this is after I crawl in bed with her and tell her the same version of Goldielocks that she's heard every night for about a month now. I have to admit, I totally rock the story. That and the pigs. She's got a thing for threes because I get the same requests all of the time. "Th-eee Bay-ahs" or "Th-eee Pigs". Those are my greatest hits apparently.
I'm grateful for the four hours because I now know what my husband looks like on the other side of the bed with an unobstructed view. I also have four assault-free hours. No throat punches from tiny failing arms, no kicks in the stomach and I no head butts from her trying to share my pillow. (We have seven on our bed and she needs to share mine?) After 4 full months of her sleeping in our bed every night, those few hours are progress, people!
Worst case scenario, if she doesnt spend more time sleeping in her own bed, I'm thinking about throwing the laundry basket in there next.