New Room

Some day, when I am more productive, I will finish Zac's nursery and post pictures. Yeah, I know, he's four months old.

So, it was July 21st, and yes I know the exact date, Zac went into his own room.  I decided I am going to be one of those mom's that cry all of the time over really dumb things. I didn't choose it, it must have chosen me.

Mark had been wanting to move Zac from his bassinet next to our bed into his own room in a much more spacious crib for a while.  I had been prolonging it, you know, not doing laundry so there weren't sheets for the crib, putting boxes in his room so you couldn't walk to the crib, etc., because I liked having him next to me.  Maybe I would hold his hand while we slept, maybe I did.

Am I a bad mom if he filled the bassinet completely? As in he was one inch from each end and his hands would hit the side all night.

The night that Mark made him move was a hard one. I pouted all night and called Mark a bully, jokingly of course. Well, until the tears started flowing. Yup, Mark was laughing and I was laughing and crying. Mark was trying to reassure me that everything would be okay, he was only 10 feet away in the next room.

Oh no, I'm going to be THAT mom!!!