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There is Something Missing in the Bedroom

Today, I broke down the bassinet--and put it into storage.

It is too soon to say this is permanent.  But Owen got booted from the bedroom.  Every child is different.  So I dislike comparing.  But Haley was sleeping through the night--in her own crib by 6 weeks.  There were a lot of different circumstances surrounding that. But with Owen waking up often.  I was not in a real hurry to get him in his crib. It is a long walk to his bedroom when you are half asleep.  Also, I didn't want him waking Haley.

Now, he is waking up"only" once a night--and is basically the length of the bassinet.  So it was time.  I feel okay with it.  I feel like I am starting to reclaim some of my "alone" evening time.  Perks of the schedule at hand.  So the kids are off to bed and I get my extra long shower and a glass of wine.  Maybe some Netflix.  

Time is flying and we are entering a month of May madness.  Starting with May 2nd--our anniversary.  Also, Ian's best friend who is more like a brother is moving several hours away this month.  So there is that.  His birthday.  Haley's birthday.  Mother's day.  Then we have a long lake weekend.  So it is literally one thing, after another.

Wish me luck. And a full nights rest is somewhere on the horizon.  I can feel it.  
He doesn't appear to be traumatized by the distance from his mommy.

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