who's a big girl?

"...she will never sleep in her own bed; she will never get out of your bed;  you are going to regret letting her sleep with you; you are crazy to allow her to sleep with you guys..."  

these are but a sampling of the comments from people, aka the naysayers, once finding out we were co-sleeping with lucy; and let me be clear people actually asked where she was sleeping. honestly, after hearing so many opinions what i should do, how i should do, when i should do, i became the jaded parent; the parent who deliberately follows their own path without concern of what others may think. i guess i cannot say this enough:  i really don't give a rat's patootie how others raise their young (with obvious exceptions, of course) and i give even less of a rat's patootie of others' opinions of how i raise mine.  except when i nay-say the naysayers. and, with glee,  perversely enjoy saying:  naysayers, you were wrong.

since little missy had turned the big oh-two and demonstrated confidence, self-assuredness, and independence, we decided it was time for her to try out her own room.  and the timing was perfect as we had just moved into our new house so the transition would likely be a natural extension of the changes we all were experiencing.  our plan was straightforward:  we would use shaping to make the transition easier as i just knew she would be reluctant to move out of our room.  lucy and i headed to target to pick out her sheets for her new big girl bed and jeff and i readied ourselves for the first step of who's-turn-will-it-be-to-sleep-in-a-single-bed-with-a-restless-toddler.  so 7 pm rolled around and i was off to lucy's room to help her to sleep. while lucy was excitedly chattering about her new sheets and big girl bed, i was anticipating the newborn-mommy-brain syndrome that soon would befall me.  after a few books and the trifecta (kiss, eskimo kiss, and huggy), lucy was ready for sleep and that she did.  until 6:30 the next morning.