Sleepless Night and a Plea.

For the very first time in six months, Rylie was bright eyed and bushy tailed at twelve-thirty last night!

I heard her cute little voice come across the monitor and with disheveled hair and squinty eyes, I rushed to her bedroom to find her standing tall in her crib. I typically just resituate her and her blanket and she falls right back to sleep. But that was not working last night. So I rocked her. I gently ran my fingers down the side of her face. I stood, swaying back and forth, with her head resting on my arm. I patted her back. I rubbed her belly. All of which she usually finds comforting. And then...I gave up. And with much hesitation, I did what all parents say they will never do: I put her in bed with us! *Gasp!* The little stinker stayed awake until 2AM! Shortly after 4:30am, I woke to find her snuggled up to Brian's back. It was back to her crib she went, where she slept for another few hours. But between two adults, one squirmy nine month old, and a dog who is constantly searching for the most comfortable spot, sometimes even taking over my pillow, and who burrows himself in and out of the covers several times throughout the night..it's fair to say that I didn't get much sleep last night.

The time has come.

Brian, can we invest in a king size mattress? I guess then we would also have to invest in a new king size bed. With matching dresser. And matching chest of drawers. And matching night stands. And a new comforter set. While we're at it, we might as well paint the walls and change around the decor in our bedroom. What do you think?!