I feel like such a mean mom.

For the last two months I've been trying to move Avery into a twin bed in Rylee's room so that Avery's room will be available for the new baby. Avery has wanted nothing to do with Rylee's room or a twin bed, and I figured I still had time, so I didn't press the issue. But time is now running out, and Avery's fun habit of shaking her crib bars like a gorilla until screws fall out is losing its charm. So, instead of moving Avery to the bed, we brought the bed to Avery.

She cried and cried as she watched Chad take apart her crib, saying, "Bed! Bed!" We moved the twin bed from Rylee's room to hers, where I'm going to let her get used to it and then move it back to Rylee's room--with her in it, this time. Hopefully, the timing all works out and this process will be complete before mid-June.

A childproof doorknob and the promise of her pacifier got her to take a nap this afternoon. Unfortunately, I let my curiosity as to where she had fallen asleep--the floor or the bed--get the best of me and I accidentally woke her up while sneaking a peek through a crack in the door. She is the lightest sleeper ever! I was able to rock her back to sleep but couldn't risk the transfer, so I sat struggling to breathe with two babies pressed up against my lungs, in the rocking chair for about a half hour. I don't know why doctors don't let pregnant women ride roller coaster and stuff like that. I would think having toddlers kick and climb all over you is far more damaging to a fetus. I digress.

Anyway, with the nap behind us I thought we were in the clear for going to bed tonight. No such luck. She cried at the door for a long time before I gave in and rocked her for a few minutes. I feel so cruel! She is taking much longer to get used to this than Rylee did. To make myself feel better, I've decided to let her keep her "patzy!" (as she calls it, "pacifier" for the layman) as long as she wants. As long as it's in the confines of her bed, that is.

Okay, I was low on post ideas for today. Sorry.