Once upon a time, there lived a well-rested Princess. Each night, she slept peacefully within the bounds of her Royal Crib, dreaming sweet baby dreams.*
And so the Princess's mommy and Preacher made a difficult decision. . .
Maybe too excited.
Until she woke up. Every hour. Every night. Again. . .
And again. Until finally, Royal Princess resorted to sleeping in all manner of un-Royal places. . .
After weeks of this battle, her parents -- overcome with exhaustion and concern -- did what any intelligent ShoeFitz reader would have done long before:
They reverted back to the Royal Crib.
And they all lived happily ever after.
*Honesty-in-Blogging Disclaimer: Newborn Royal Princess didn't sleep through the night in her crib, wrapped in blankets. She was born in July, for heaven's sake! But it was a sweet little photo op, wasn't it?