Okay, so maybe not a room. A crib. A crib of her own. And also, a chair.
Yep, that’s right. She’s 6 months old and we’re just now re-arranging our lives for her, giving her a permanent place to sleep and eat.
I would say that she’s forgiving of our slowness, but the way she’s been waking up at night lately leads me to believe she’s having her revenge . . . .