Marian is napping. In the fire-truck (toddler bed). There was no crying, no threats of locking the door, and no long drawn out battle. It's a miracle.
I promised myself that I would officially move Marian out of the crib for naps in January. I was 10 days late in doing it...because I knew it would be a battle. I was right. But there is now a light at the end of the tunnel. Looks like baby #3 won't have to sleep in a laundry basket after all.
