So we’ve done two nights of boot camp-style sleep training that involves ignoring Ellie’s screams (for a few minutes) and teaching her to go to bed in her own bed.
But when she fell asleep this morning after I fed her at 6, I didn’t have the heart to wake her up while I showered. Because it was so dang cute, and snuggly, and heart-warming. And my heart needed warming, because getting out of bed in the morning is really, really hard.
See? Very heartwarming.