Vagabond

Peyton has slept in 16 different places since August -- and I'm not exaggerating.  On August 1, Martin and began the long and what proved to be treacherous journey to relocating cross country.  It included hotels, living at my parent's house, living in a rental house, two rooms at daycare, and several other stops along the way.  Just in case anyone is questioning me, here is a list (which does not include 7 airplane flights and one round trip car ride to Albuquerque):

1. Crib in our home in Virginia
2. Hyatt Regency Scottsdale during our two week house hunting trip
3. Grandma and Grandpa Richardson's house
4. Hotel in Virginia the week before we moved
5. Our rental house
6. Room 3 at daycare
7. Room 4 at daycare
8. The Richard's house in Virginia for Amber's birthday
9. Hotel in Florida the night before our cruise departed
10. Cruise "house"
11. Private beach cabana on Princess Cays island
12. Lawn chair in Aruba
13. Hotel in Florida the day before we returned home
14. Grandma and Grandpa Hellmer's house for Thanksgiving
15. The Show Low cabin
16. Our new, and hopefully final, house

Poor Monkey has been a trooper through it all - with only a few protests and just a handful of terrified looks at yet another new sleeping arrangement.  This, the weekend of December 1, is the first of what I hope will be many weekends in our house with NO CHANGE.  If nothing else, it's making her adaptable.  Or insane, one of the two.

Her worst night - the first night back in VA for Amber's birthday.  Jet lag combined with excitement and fear of the new location convinced Mommy to let her sleep in bed with her.  Just this once.

Exhausted after a morning of searching for sea shells and building sand castles in Aruba.  This officially proved to us that Peyton can sleep anywhere.

Yet another makeshift nap location - her carseat on the drive from Phoenix to Albuquerque.

Such a big girl sleeping in the bed...the pack and play was just too much for her at the cabin.