Thank you Daddy!
Mamas and Daddies are just not the same. She asks for me at night, but Brad is the one who can get her calmed down enough to get her back into her own bed. He doesn't even have to lie down with her.
We had let her into our bed when she grew too big for her "little bed" which was a settee cushion beside our bed. But she was all over the place, head at the end of the bed, feet in our faces. I was worried Seth would get kicked. I made up my mind to just keep him in his crib, so it wouldn't be sooo crowded. Still, it was too tight a squeeze for the three of us. The family bed is great for some people, but I woke up cramped and stiff every morning.
Two nights, she has gone back to sleep in her own bed after Brad has calmed her down. I'm really proud of him. He thinks it's funny when I quiz him the next morning about how he accomplished it.
It's just like how dads come home with energy to play some and moms are busy with the kitchen and pushing things toward bedtime. In the middle of the night, I don't have the energy to work with her, so I let her crawl into our bed, or get her into her bed and don't spend the time she really needs to calm down. So thank you Daddy!
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