This picture is sort of a lie. It looks like they all slept nicely together all week, but that was not the case. While Mitchell and Catherine did very well, this week marked the day when James figured out how to climb out of a crib, and the end of our life as we knew it. He did not sleep all week, but finally collapsed around ten each night. I'd like to say he's much easier to put to bed now, but alas, he is still being a little pill about it. It seems like the transition to a bed was much easier with the other two. I think John and I may have grown soft in our old age.
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