Okay, okay. The sleep has been terrible, but I don't think it's the bed. Because look! It's so cheery! I want to sleep there. I'm actually planning on it one of these days...I'm going to go take a nap on Willow's bed while she's at school.
Dave's even worse--we set it up, and he said "Hmmm, you know, next time she gets sick, maybe I'll sleep in here while she's in the bed with you. Does she seem a little sniffly to you?"
Which isn't to say that we didn't do an absolutely appalling job painting the thing. Willow's "help" while mostly well-intentioned, resulted in a lot of paint everywhere, most of it on me, though there was that one time she painted the bottoms of her feet. So...the bed is full of drips and smears and smudges.
But it is full of love.
And it's fantastic for jumping.