A quick update. Mainly because I am out of my ever lovin mind and soooo tired right now. Being the bright and intelligent parents that we are we booked a room in a suite style hotel. Our theory was we could put the boy to bed and still stay up to watch TV. Great plan right? So the trusty husband finds us a hotel that has a pull out in the sofa. The plan is to let the boy sleep there. This worked very well at nap time. We, in our high fivin white guy way, think we have it all figured out. Bed time comes, put the boy in the bed, read him stories and he asks me if he can rock. I tell him sure and leave the room. He falls asleep and so do I.
Somewhere around 11:30 the trusty husband wakes up to the boy whimpering… then crying. He jumped out of the bed rushed into the other room to find the boy not in the bed. He was on the floor. My child fell out of the bed. We figure he was disorented and squirming his way around the bed and eventually squirmed his way right out. Needless to say he slept in the bed with us the rest of the night.
Let me just say that in Alaska, it is light at 11:30 at night. It is still light at 12:30, mostly dusk at 2:30, and light again at 4. Why do I know this? I was awake.
They are bringing us a crib this afternoon.