As I mentioned before, we have been trying to transition Camden into a toddler bed before this next one arrives. It hasn't been going so well.
So tonight was the night Dan mustered up the will power to hold the door shut until Camden decided he was tired enough to fall asleep. After nearly one hour of crying and pounding at the door; we heard complete silence. We both breathed a sigh of relief thinking the hardest part was done. The first night would be the worst, right?
We let him sink into a deep sleep before entering the war zone to see where he made his final resting place. His room is not that big, but when I walked in he was no where to be found. I even opened the closet door thinking he might have gone in there. Where was he you asked?
In his crib! With his pillow, sippy cup, and blanket of course! If there's a will, there's a way!