I'm not the peacefulest sleeper even in the best of times, but I gave in to F last night and let her sleep in our bed.
She kicked, rolled, moaned and at one point woke up, sat up, and said in her sleep-sitting state: "Where are you, Daddy?"
So, Day 2 of Daddy/Daughter Week means she is back in her own bed. Tough nooks.
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