Lainey has a beautiful crib. From the day we had it set up, both Brett and I said we wish we could sleep in it. The thing is, she still sleeps next to our bed in a bassinet made for a newborn, her 25-inch body fast approaching the state where holes will need to be drilled into the ends of the bassinet. Seeing as the bassinet will soon be passed to Baby Hutcheson, that’s not an option to consider. And, it’s not that she won’t sleep in her crib–she’s a beautiful sleeper and would easily make it all night in a box in the garage if she had to (she won’t…don’t worry). It’s us. I pull the bassinet right up to the edge of my bed so there’s nothing to separate me from watching her little sleeping chest go up and down, hearing her little breath if it’s quiet enough, holding her little warm hand as I fall asleep. When we went to Rockford for vacation when she was three months, we both vowed that we would move her to the crib when we returned. Didn’t happen. And now, at seven months, I think it’s time. I actually said to Brett last night, “Want to try the crib tonight?” and was shocked when he answered, “Not yet. Maybe when we get back.” See! It’s not just me. Just a little longer.





