So, I’ve definitely written before about how everything with kids is a phase, especially when it comes to sleep challenges (and successes). We ended up throwing most typical sleep advice out the window with Beatrice and just following her lead. Basically, we have let her nurse to sleep, bounce to sleep, come into bed with us in the middle of the night, and the list goes on. Sometimes, the path of least resistance just seems right.
Yesterday, Beatrice woke up from her nap like this:
Have you ever seen anything more pitiful? Continue reading!
So, it seems I’ve had a draft of this blog post saved for 10 months. I started reading it and realized I had more to say, so I decided to fix it up and get it out!
Beatrice’s room is COLD. Realllllly cold. As discussed here, the room is sort of an uninsulated afterthought added to the back of our apartment. There’s a wimpy heater vent underneath the changing table that is completely ineffective.
I hope you enjoyed the quick photo tour of baby Bea’s nursery last week. Personally, I cannot get enough of her room, and that is my completely objective stance on the matter.
I have been wanting to talk about the art in Bea’s room for a while. The walls were bare when she was born, but she has accumulated quite the collection of wall dressing since then.