Dace Wose

For as long as we can remember, Terry and I have had to physically lay with Grace in her bed until she fell asleep at night. That was our doing, of course, but it became quite an ordeal and it shaved a huge chunk of time off of our evening together. One of us would stay with her, watch her fall asleep, then attempt to exit her room with the agility of a ninja as to not awaken the sleeping princess.

Let me tell you how excited I am to say those days are OVAH.

It took a few nights of adjusting, but now she goes to bed like a big girl, falls asleep on her own and we finally get our evening back.

Last night, a few minutes after tucking her in, Grace walks up to us on the couch and says,
"Mommy, tan you tie this sting around my wobe?" "Sure, honey. Now please get back to bed."

She disappeared back down the hallway into her room.

Ten minutes later we found her like this: