Weston has moved out of our room and into his very own room. He has outgrown the cradle and seems to be much happier with the extra space he has in the crib. It's a little bit weird not to hear him snorting over there in the corner, and I sometimes catch myself glancing in that direction to check on him. I suspect we will all sleep better now, although there are certainly more opportunities for me to stump my toe or otherwise injure myself when I have to get up and feed him in the middle of the night.
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