“I just realized I should have called you before I did this… but I gave away our crib today,” I said, as soon as he answered the phone.
I took apart the crib and gave it away.
That sounds like a Big Deal, like a milestone. “Awww, hold old is your baby? Is she moving in to a toddler bed?”
The “baby” is not even 18 months old but it doesn’t make any sense to keep stuffed animals in a gigantic cage. In fact, I am not even really sure why we had so many damn stuffed animals and I gave away a trash bag of those today, too.
I briefly considered looking at bedding online. But it is hard to find whimsical kid bedding in a Queen size. I spent a year and a half wedged in a twin bed with Emily when she “moved in to her own bed” and I am not making that mistake again. So, a Queen size bed it is for this kid.
And really, by the time she moves in to her own room she probably won’t want a whimsical kid room, anyway, right? I should probably get some kind of side table so she has a place for her cup of coffee, huh? I’m guessing she will be reading and drinking coffee by the time she moves out of our room. She has a comfortable chair; she just needs a table. Kid will be Virginia Woolf’ing it up by her 17th birthday, max. But I am ready.
In the meantime, we are booking the Guest Room for the remainder of the summer season.