Big Girl Bed

Here's something else that happened during all the confusion. Francesca moved into a big girl bed. Actually, she is such a short little peanut we selected a toddler bed for her -- she has difficulty climbing into Sophia's big twin bed.

It seems like just a few days ago we were using three cribs -- and now we are down to just one. There's just a touch of sadness as baby things disappear.
Due to a packing accident Gabriella also gave up her nighttime bottle of milk Christmas week. No fanfare. Just gone. More baby things lost.

My friend Stephanie is a great Mom who told me the other day. "We spend their enitre lives teaching them to leave us. From the minute they hand them to us in the hospital we begin the process of teaching them to sleep alone, then eat alone -- and so it goes until they become independent people. That's the job. And it sucks."

You're right, Steph. Some days it does suck. But that's the job.