I'm finally willing to admit it: Jane isn't a baby anymore. She hasn't been for quite some time. She plays, eats and throws tantrums like a full-fledged toddler. Yet there was a part of me that wasn't ready to let go of her crib. Maybe it was because I didn't want to accept the fact that Jane had outgrown it - a first step that leads only to school then boyfriends then moving away. Maybe it was because I had grown accustomed to the convenient cage-like qualities of the crib that make Jane's plentiful time-outs easy on me. Either way, we were getting dangerously close to putting a three-year-old to bed in a crib.
This weekend we finally got a bed for Jane. I dreaded the transition. It turns out that a 34 month old adjusts pretty smoothly to a bed. Who knew? No bed rail required. And we will be able to get it off the ground in a few days when the frame arrives. And we will be able to use Jane's old crib as the head and foot board. That will help me say goodbye to the crib more easily.
Now if we could just keep big sister out of Jane's room after lights out... but that's another issue entirely.
Monday, October 17, 2011
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Getting rid of the crib is harder than I thought it would be, too.
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