Somewhere in my 50 Shades of Porn haze I decided that our 6 month old “must” sleep in this very impractical and probably unsafe moon crib. It’s one of those dreamy things that everyone repins the hell out of on Pinterest but noone really knows its origin or how to find it. Well when I actually located it on a Parisian web shop, I decided that it has to be Cleo’s new snoozing ground. “You’re seriously out of control,” said Jon. “It’s not happening.” All I can say is that perhaps I will regain all access to reality when I start my next book.