I just plugged my phone in and while I was messing with the cord, my kid rolled over. So I held my breath and counted to twenty.
The crib is still fourteen inches from my side of the bed. She will be potty trained before she's weaned or sleeping all night in such a way that I don't have to participate. I'm almost certain.
Independence is a funny thing.
Today it was so hot that when the dog protested the last two uphill blocks home, I actually put a treat in the stroller basket to see if she might hop on in for a ride.
She declined my offer.