A week before the new year, we surprised Jemma with the much talked about new bed! We moved around some things, donated some other things and voila, we entered into another phase. Jemma was thrilled and couldn't stop running and jumping up into it, no matter how many times she hit her knees on the side! The first night she woke up around 11pm and was disoriented, but we set her straight and she slept soundly through the night. In the morning, she called for us, but we screamed back that it was okay for her to come out all by herself. Ah, the sound of little pitter patting feet - delicious. The second night she slept perfectly through the night and in the morning she came bounding out and ran straight to the bathroom announcing, "I have to make a poopie and I'm going to do it all by myself and I need my privacy!" And then she slammed the door and put on the light. We were hysterical. And then immediately nostalgic for the days when she was a little baby!
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