Last night was the first night Garrett slept in his crib as opposed to the cradle in our room. It's like he moved from Maximum Security to Solitary because of good behaviour.
He seemed to fare pretty well, given that he was all alone in his own room and in a bed he could actually stretch out in and not get his arm stuck in the bars.
That was the biggest problem with the cradle. He slept like the baby he is, but almost every night or even afternoon he'd invariably get his arm wedged into the bars of the cradle. Of course, if anything happened and his startle reflext was triggered, he'd whack his hand on the bars and cry, which caused him to flail more, thus getting his arm even further entangled in the bars and generally making him rather pouty.
I do kind of miss my nightly ritual of disentangling him from his prison while on my way to bed. Oh well. Now I can teach him how to turn on his crib-mounted fish tank instead!
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