The Good Life

We finally moved Hannah back into her own room. Jacob had been tormenting her at bedtime for weeks, licking her, getting in bed with her, pretty much anything to make her scream. We would come in, try to restore order, sometimes move Jacob to our bed so that he could fall asleep before transplanting him back to his own bed. We kept saying that it was probably time for her to have her own room again but she would cry and say: "please let's give him one more chance."

Eventually I had enough and bribed her with glow in the dark stars on her ceiling if she would move back to her old room. Bribe accepted. After moving her furniture to the other room (Jeff was very kind to understand that Yes we need to move her dresser with the full fish tank this very evening even though you just got home from work) she was settled in. The next afternoon I came upstairs and found her looking at a book while lounging on her bed. She had Snow White and the Seven Dwarves playing on her CD player. She looked at me and said:

It never gets better than this.