Sniff, sniff...

To say I cried like a baby is almost an understatement. I sobbed. Today we moved Jackson into his own room where he slept in his own crib. It was the best thing for him, but definitely one of my weaker moments. I hated not being near him to hear him stir or wake up. He, of course, did wonderful. I think deep down I may have wanted him to resist a little so I could convince David that he neeeeded to be back in our room. Little stinker ruined the whole plan.

I must say, however, kuddos to the makers of baby monitors. We have this great one that monitors movement of the baby with an alarm and picks up the softest of sounds. This is a blessing because Jackson doesn't really cry to let you know he's awake or hungry. He simply lies there softly grunting. Also the monitor has to be turned off immediately when he's picked up or the alarm goes off (no movement). This saves us from embarassing conversations being overheard by anyone on the other end of the sound frequency. :) Doesn't he look tiny in such a big bed?