Winds of change, etc.

So this happened:

And then this:

And this: 

And then this:

This:

This:

I want the video monitor to move to the office when I evict Geneva from my room in a month, but I wanted to be able to spy on Eleanor as she transitions to a Big Girl Bed. 

Last night she sang Rock-a-Bye Baby to herself until she fell asleep. She woke up crying once, like she has been doing probably once a week as long as she's had this cough. When I went to bring her water, I found her sitting in the middle of the room, sad and half-asleep and looking for Snuggles. This morning she sat and waited until I came to let her know it was morning. 'Can I hop down now, from my Big Girl Bed?!' You can.