Dear Christopher,

It turns out you are somewhat like your sister Elizabeth. I think you hate your crib. Elizabeth detested her crib. She was in the big bed by the time she was a year old. You really want to sleep in the big bed. But, dear Christopher, I am afraid that you will magically start crawling and rolling and find your way off the bed. So, I get very little sleep so you can get sleep. I am afraid to leave you alone in the bed, even though there are bed rails everywhere. I don't function well with little sleep. This morning the cat was sleeping in bed with us. I got up and let you continue to sleep with the cat keeping an eye on you. With my lack of sleep, I thought the cat was an adequate babysitter for you. You are in your crib as I write this blog entry. I am hoping you make it through the night in the crib so I can get some more sleep and gain back some better judgment.

Love,
Mom