Be Careful What You Wish For

I am insane to even complain about this...

Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed that Emily has become more and more restless when I try to rock her at night. She squirms around like she can't get comfortable, when she use to want nothing more than to be snuggled up against me.

Tonight I came to the bittersweet realization that she no longer wants to be rocked to sleep...our "self-soothing" efforts have back fired a bit on me. On the one hand, she put herself to sleep in less than 2 minutes with minimal fussing, and has been sleeping pretty much through the night. But, I miss that time with her. Billy says I should be grateful because she may have ended up needing to be rocked to sleep when she is 12...the unhealthy, "my baby will be a baby forever" part of me seems to be just fine with that. I know this is a huge step for her, but I miss my baby girl. She will be 7 months old in 3 days.

As Billy says, "She will never be as small as she is today, so enjoy it while you can."

PS: Not only is he very wise, but he is also my hero for fixing the blasted washing machine for the second time in a month! Yea B!