Poor little man. This was Monday night, the first night in his crib. Well, not the first but the first time we made him stay there all night. He cried and cried and I cried and cried. I think Steven may have cried a little too. I keep hearing that it needs to be done sooner than later. So after 20 minutes of screams he went silent and about a half hour later we went in there and this is how we found him. My heart breaks looking at this. It is now day 4 and he cried for about 10 minutes. The crazy thing is that he seems happier in the mornings (if that is possible) and I know I am feeling more and more refreshed every morning I actually have a pillow.