5:45 am. Thud. Cry.
Brad and I rushed to Rory's room before she had even gotten up off of the floor. She was a little shaken from her roll off the bed but she went right back down to sleep without any drama. I however, after a heart-pounding run to her room, was wide awake.
This morning at 8 am I hear her hollering from her room, asking to get out of bed. A successful first night.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
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