So this morning, I was determined to follow through. When Isla got fussy and started yawning, I placed her in her crib. She fussed and cried, and I walked away. Shortly thereafter, the crying stopped. I was so proud. Proud of my mom for working with her yesterday. Proud of myself for not giving in. Proud of Isla for being such a good girl. I was mistaken.
I went back to Isla's room to see if I needed to adjust her blanket, and look what I found. Isla sitting on the edge of her crib, legs through the slats, crowing proudly at her own cleverness.