A Real Bed

For the first time ever, the Bad Baby has a real baby bed, instead of a pack-and-play/travel cot/whatever you would like to call it.

I'm very very tired. But I'm not too sure about this jail-bed.

This also means that instead of rocking him to sleep in my arms every time, I'm starting to attempt to get him to sleep in his bed. So far it's gone okay. Some sad crying and looking up at me, but not too much.

I guess it's okay.