Fit For a Queen

You know it's time to take your child out of the bassinet when their feet hang over the edge. That was the case for Miss Presley. My husband woke up the other morning and found her feet dangling off the side. At nearly seven months, she has officially outgrown the bassinet. Craig informed me that she outgrew it at four months... but who's counting. It's not like she sits up in the morning and goes, 'hey guys, what's for breakfast?' Frankly, I've just been a little afraid.. petrified actually.. to move her out of it because of the screaming. If we go backwards and she starts screaming again.. I'll die. Or go Crazy. Or both. But Craig made the switch. I walked upstairs and saw the bassinet in the hallway. A true sign that we were done. She was done. So she's temporarily sleeping in the pack and play. The funny thing is.. she seems to love it. She's taken her best naps since the switch. She can roll around.. lay on her belly.. snuggle up in a little ball. She's found freedom. In a pack and play. Our next step is trying to get her to sleep through the night. She still wakes up twice a night. It's killing us. We're mentally preparing ourselves to let her cry it out. But we're not there yet. At least I'm not. It's tough on a mom. Maybe she needs even more space to sleep. Maybe she needs an even bigger bed.. like our queen size. A bed fit for a queen.. and she certainly is that.. or at least a princess anyway.