Orange bedsheets

I haven't written about L's sleep because it's been so frustrating. She's been fighting against being in her crib since about exactly the day after we assembled her brother's crib. (Meaning: if we'd addressed her issues a little faster, we could have wheeled her crib across the hall and avoided a huge crib-building headache.) Then, when we traveled to our friends to ride out the blizzard and when the girls traveled there again when I was in the hospital to have G, L slept on an air mattress. And since her exposure to the air mattress she refused to return to her crib. So she's been sleeping on an air mattress ever since. It's been on the floor of her room. You know, right next to her crib. And she's been sleeping terribly on it - waking up multiple times every night.

We planned to buy her a bed this summer. I don't know why this summer, except that we moved E from crib to bed in the summer and in my mind that was fixed as the time to do it. The time of being two-and-a-half, the season of not really needing blankets, the time of I'll be back at work and getting paid again to fund a furniture purchase.

Ha.

We bought a bed. The lovely husband assembled it yesterday. I got her a rainbow quilt set and a bright pink fleecy blanket and because it's her favorite color, bright orange percale sheets. She came home to find it in her room last night. And she was one excited big girl, sleeping in her big girl bed.

And thus, this month's poem, a haiku:

From cradle to crib
To low air mattress, all to
Sleep on orange sheets.

And she didn't sleep perfectly last night, but she slept much better.