Let's just stop and take a moment...I mean, really, are we so dying over these rooms or what? Gor. Geous. Speaking of bedrooms, I'm seriously considering getting one of my own. In a hotel. Poor Stella has had a rough time adjusting to the move, and she gets up almost every night--more than once. It starts with a trip to the bathroom (regardless of when we cut her off from liquids), and then she attempts to climb into bed with us. (Ummm, if you're not Daddy, get back into your own bed.) I take her back to her room, where she willingly goes, but she returns one to two more times each night. Holy cow, you're killin' me, Smalls, you're killin' me! It's a good thing that little girl is so freaking cute! And, I'm hoping that like with everything else pertaining to raising children, that this is just a phase...that will end VERY soon. Now, let's just look again at these beautiful bedrooms and pretend I'm taking an uninterrupted nap.