My daughter just turned nine months last week. I couldn't feel happier. I have watched her go through all the milestones so far and I'm humbled that this little person can love me so much. Is it crazy to say I feel this love? When she hugs me. When she plays with the strands of hair that fall across my face. When we are seated together on the sofa playing and she puts both her arms around my arm, telling me I just felt like doing this, and then continues playing. And did I say? She's finally sleeping through the night, with a few tosses and turns, and without picking her up. I feel so happy and satisfied that I never allowed her to cry it out. Most parents have the need to do this early on, and their children eventually learn to sleep through the night when they are still newborns. I never had the heart, and the intellectual chip to actually do this. And now that she finally learned how to, I'm so happy I can sing! I just followed my instinct and it paid off.