“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.
“Just get a picture before you take it apart,” he said.
It wasn’t all the way apart. And to be honest, this is as “in the crib” as Lucy ever got in the last two years. So, it was kind of a non-event.
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.
She isn’t moving in to a toddler bed. In fact, when she moves out of our bed and in to her own it will be a step down. She will be moving from a King to a Queen. Poor kid.
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.
Excitement on the side 