My (eye) bags are packed

About those eye bags in the last picture...yeah, a few weeks back we transitioned J from her crib to a full-size big-girl bed (otherwise known as "what in the hell were we thinking?").

We held off as long as we thought possible--waiting until we caught her red-handed jumping out of her crib when she didn't want to take a nap. Imagine A's surprise when he opened her door to check on her and there she was, striding up to him. So, being the suckers doting parents that we are, we made a trip to a big-box kid's furniture store and $2K (I shit you not) later, there went our somewhat restful nights. (Okay, but in my defense at dropping so much $, we expect that this set should last her through the teen years; still, talk about sticker shock.)

Sweet tender mercy, what I would give for 7 to 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep. Between J getting up out of bed, or calling out to us, or walking into our room, and the little one waking up once a night for a bit of a nosh, I am plumb wore out.

Our (11th) anniversary is next month. We've come up with a wonderful way to celebrate--we're going to go out to dinner, just the two of us, and then stay the night at a local beachfront resort...all in the name of sleep. I can think of no better way to mark the occasion.

Decadence, I tell you, decadence.