When did my little Emma become an easy-to-put-to-bed, good sleeper?

And why am I questioning it? I mean, I suffered through enough sleepless nights, I should just take it as my reward, no questions, right?

(But, the real question is how do we get Addie to that beautiful point that Em is at right now?)

I have even let Em sleep with me the past few nights while J. is away.

E: “Mama, can I sleep with you tonight?”
M: “Em, we’ll talk about it later.” (As I nod towards Addie…indicating that we don’t want to talk about it in front of Addie because sleeping with Addie…well, it just doesn’t work very well.)
E: “Oh, we will talk about it when A-D-D-I-E is not here.”
M: “Mmmm hmmm.”
E: “Can you just tell me Y-E-S or N-O, M-O-M?”

Yeah, she is into spelling everything out. She thinks that by spelling a few choice words Addie won’t know what she is talking about. Hmmm…wonder where she got that from?

(Note to self: Stop spelling everything N-O-W, or start spelling backwards, until she catches on to that one, too.)

She is a stitch! I cracked up when I put her to bed last night when she told me, “Don’t worry, Mama, I will leave some room for you!”

And when I climbed into bed she was indeed all the way over to one side of the bed. She rolled over and fell off the bed, in fact. I got her back in bed and told her that she could move more to the middle so she wouldn’t fall off.

So she snuggled into me and whispered, “I love you, Mama.”

That, my friends, is payback for all of those midnight drives, walking the neighborhood at 2am, and rocking, rocking, rocking so many nights away when she wouldn’t sleep.

And it was oh, so worth it.