Sleeping Transitions

We are in the middle of some major sleep transitions in our house. We live in a 3 bedroom house, and with six of us living here, that means everyone has to share a room with at least one other person. Up until recently Allison & Mia have been sleeping alone in separate rooms & the twins have been sleeping in the master bedroom with us. Not any more! We have begun the "big move."

#1 Get Allison to sleep in the top bunk without getting up at night. This took 2 weeks. Once we found the right bribe, it was easy. For staying in her bed 14 nights in a row she was gifted with a CD that plays songs with her name in each song. She got this one http://www.mymusiccd.com/music_original.html:

#2 Get Mia to sleep in the bottom bunk. She has been sleeping in a crib in another room. She is scared and asking for her crib. Once she is asleep she stays all night, but getting to sleep is a bit of a challenge. A funny thing happened the other day. Patrick told Mia to go to her room (as punishment) and she got confused because she didn't know what room was hers! HA!

#3 Transition Natalie to sleeping in a crib. We moved her from the pack n play in our room to the pack n play in Mia's room to ease the transition. She has been in a pack n play for a long time and doesn't like the crib mattress. We are doing this with naps first and she is warming up to the crib. She was up so much one night, that this happened after eating breakfast:



#4 Move Jenna out of our closet (pack n play) to a crib. We haven't even started this yet. One thing at a time!

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