and into a bed. A Big Girl Bed. A bed that big girls sleep in.
But she is only two. Two and a few weeks. Still so little.
It had to happen. She has been miserable sleeping for nearly all of her life, and we couldn't think of continuing the scream-fest that has been her bedtime much longer. We also couldn't think of continuing the sleep-on-daddy-fest that has been ongoing for weeks, too. The little couch in the playroom just isn't big enough for a grown man to sleep on, much less a grown man trying to hold onto a wiggly-even-in-her-sleep two year old.
So last night, we-the-parents raced around to the mattress store and the general store and picked out and picked up a twin-box-spring to go beneath the twin mattress we already owned, and a brand new set of Big Girl Bedding. After dinner, we-the-family got her all set up.
And last night, sweet baby Bun, all of two years, one month and eighteen days, slept in her Big Girl Bed. All night long. Without waking once. Even though we had to enter her room twice after we'd put her down (think hard to turn door knob, squeaky no matter what we do to them hinges, feet that are louder than we mean them to be, etc.) - once to get the cat out and a second time to cover her up.
Not a peep did she make. All night. There was just one thunk, and that was it.
This morning, sometime after eight (!), the bitty Bun woke and cried.
As her mother tried to wake her big sister, who'd asked to be the first to greet the baby in the morning, there was a tiny knock at the little sister's door.
From inside the door.
And when her mother opened the door, there was the bitty Bun, standing in cold bare feet, with a cold little neck and cold little ears and cold little hands and carpet marks on her face from the spot on the floor where she'd spent most of the night.
She even walked me over and pointed to the exact place where she slumbered.
Guess we should've entered a third time to check on the thunk.
Sleep sweet Big Little Two Year Old Isla.
