Last Monday and Tuesday, Ruth was super whiny.  I suppose she was working on the last of her teeth that are pretty much through, but not all the way in yet.  By Wednesday afternoon she was fussing wanting in the bed, then she was fussing wanting out of the bed.  Finally, I just decided to do it,  I pulled out the stuff, took the front off the bed, installed the toddler board, and done!  She was thrilled, Britt was even more thrilled, with what he termed, "mine new bed."

when we got home... after they slept through preaching.  They were nowhere near ready for bed, but I was.)  Britt was a pretty easy baby, slept through the night early and was pretty happy go lucky, but he's been a handful to say the least as a toddler.  Gary says it's my fault (and he might be mostly right, but I hear Gary wasn't always a walk in the park himself).  We never thought Ruth would sleep through the night, but other than that, she's been a dream, so much easier in almost every way than her brother was.  So maybe this is just another instance of her being more laid back and compliant than her brother?  Maybe she just better understands what I mean than he did at this age.  Maybe God just knew we didn't need another stresser in our life right this moment.  Who knows, but you are hearing no complaining from this Momma.

The truely miraculous part of the story is that since we have moved Ruth to the toddler bed, Britt hasn't come into our room and woke us up once in the middle of the night.  He's still getting up at one ungodly early hour, but he has stopped the nightly (or sometimes thrice nightly) trips to attempt to get in our bed, where he's totally not wanted or welcomed I might add.  Infact, I'm even letting him start the night in her bed, as long as I hear no talking or playing going on.  Sometimes he moves to his bed in the night, but he seems much happier now that they are sleeping together.  As for Ruth, she doesn't seem to care if he sleeps with her or not.

All around it's a good thing, because if it wasn't going so swimmingly, I might have to have a short sob story about how my baby's growing up, and it's time for another one, and how Gary has said no more babies until the insurance kicks in on the job that he's gotta be getting soon.  Like I said, good thing it's going so well.