We spent an entire week in Pennsylvania with both of our families. It was a nice visit, and we did a couple of fun things. But, in reality, it was extremely nice to come back to my own house, and sleep in my own bed last night. My parents have a nice bed for us to sleep in, and a crib for the little one, but it's just not MY house. While we were up there, miss priss also started a ritual that really had me a little scared. I haven't had to hold her to put her to sleep since she was like 3 months old (she's 15 months old now). All we do is lay her down, and she's out in a matter of a couple seconds. Last week, that was not the case. Every single night I had to hold her and put her to sleep so she didn't scream bloody murder. I thought for sure it was going to be the same thing again last night when we got home; she was used to me holding her to sleep for a week, why would it be any different at home? Thankfully, I was wrong. I guess she missed her bed as much as her Mommy and Daddy missed our bed!