Peace...

Around 5:20 this morning I heard Juliana's cry on the baby monitor.  After figuring out where I was (on the pull-out bed in my parent's family room), I ran up the stairs, grabbed her bottle out of the fridge and ran down the hallway to the office where she was sleeping in the pack in play.  She drank about 4 ounces and rubbed her eyes.  I put her back in the pack in play and smiled to myself that it was still early enough that she would fall back to sleep and I would be able to grab a few more hours of sleep.  As I closed the door behind me, I heard her begin to cry again.  Now, if we were at home, I would have let her "cry it out", but since she was in the room right next to my parents, I didn't think that was the nice thing to do.  I went back in and picked her up.  She immediately snuggled onto my chest and put her head on my shoulder.  I settled into the office chair, but I realized that Juliana wasn't going to let me leave her in the room alone.  At 5:40, I brought Juliana back down to the family room with me.  I climbed back into bed and Juliana snuggled back onto my chest with her head right below my chin and a handful of my hair clenched in her fist. 

We laid like that for an hour, and that my friends, is peace.