I do believe in miracles. This one especially. The miracle is Carson is sleeping in his own bed. Now, before any of you start to draw any conclusions right away let me tell you that I don't believe in getting in the habit of kids sleeping in your bed. In fact, I never let any of my other kids sleep with me. Greg will tell you that he used to come home late from work and find me in the crib with Chalisse. (I had to do this to get her to sleep).Here is the story: On 7/7/07 our family decided to celebrate the date. If you know my family, you will know that we will do about anything to find a reason to celebrate. After talking with my Aunt Lark and Uncle Dave, we decided to go wave running up at Pineview Reservoir. Well, Uncle Dave has a totally awesome wave runner and Jensen and I both like to go really fast. Yep! You guessed it. He flipped me off the wave runner and then landed on top of me.
To make a long story short. He displaced one of my ribs. For two weeks I couldn't even lay down. I had to sleep in a chair. So Greg, my wonderful husband, decided that he would watch the baby. Greg's idea of watching the baby was putting him in bed with him so he wouldn't have to get up at night. (Greg said he did this so he could hear the baby when he was crying) A- Ha! You see where I'm going with this. So Carson got in the habit of sleeping in our bed and over time developed this habit. I knew it would be an easy one to break, but I was trying to pick the week of no sleep.
Well, my sister Liz saw these Thomas the Tank Engine sheets at Target and thought that if Carson had his own sheets, maybe he would sleep in his own bed. So she purchased them for him. (Spoiling him rotten I might add). And for the last week, I have done the no sleep thing.
However, Greg came in one night when I was typing on the computer and said that Carson had put himself to bed. I couldn't believe it. I ran in and checked. Sure enough he was sound asleep. I have the picture to prove it.
