Easier than Expected

I wish I could say this about every step of parenting, but we have recently gone through one of our first transitions that proved to be much easier than I anticipated.  Robby had been sleeping in a bassinet.  It was still in the nursery, but just a smaller space.  Earlier this week, every time I woke up to check on him (all 500-or-so times a night), he would have rotated himself 90 degrees, and pushed his face up against the side.  Not surprisingly, I became a little concerned that he was going to suffocate himself.  Therefore, I made the decision that the bassinet was out, and we were going to have to move up into his "big boy bed"...of a crib.  ;)

Initial trials did not go so well.  This picture is just from the middle of the day, though, not when I was actually trying to put him down for a nap or the night.  Fortunately, it turned out that he just didn't want to be set down, and not that he cared one bit about actually sleeping in the crib.

Two days later?  He has not had a lick of trouble sleeping in there, and actually we had one of our best nights yet last night, though it probably was due more to dad feeding him a MASSIVE bottle (4 oz) of pumped milk before bed, not that he was in the crib.  He slept from 9 to almost 2.  We may start making the big bottle a nightly ritual!  

Anything for that milk drunk look, right?