When I was pregnant with Isabelle, we, me and Alan had certain expectations. For example, we thought babies were only breastfed for about 6 months. Imagine our surprise at a prenatal class where the teacher told us it was best to breastfeed at least a year.

We’re going on three years.

Then there was the expectation that Isabelle would be sleeping in a crib. Alan almost threw a fit when the crib we purchased was broken and the part was backordered 6-8 weeks. He was frantic knowing that Isabelle would be born before the backordered piece would arrive.

Isabelle has never slept a night in her crib.

There was also the expectation of Isabelle sleeping in her own room. Ha!

She sleeps next to me.

Well, one of these days, I’m sure too soon for me, she’ll want to be in her own room. But until then I’ll cherish the sweet moments with her snuggled up next to me. And the silly ones too.