Josh disassembled Z's crib yesterday and I tucked her into her "big girl" bed. The evening wasn't without drama--Z cried pitifully for her crib for about 15-20 minutes. But when she realized it wasn't coming back, she put her head on her pillow and slept soundly through the night.
I don't know if it helped, but an hour or so before bedtime, I took Z upstairs and we spent a few minutes instructing her stuffed animals on "the magic rules" (Z's words, not mine). Each of the animals had the following drilled into his or her furry skull, "Rule number one: stay in bed! Rule number two: go to sleep!"
Now I need to do something about those big, empty walls behind her.
