No More Crib

In March of 2009, Cortney assembled the crib that would hold all three of our babies over nine and a half years. This weekend, he partially disassembled it to convert it into a Big Girl Bed for Alice.

Eddie’s nursery

In the beginning it was so new. So full of possibility. So matching.

Charlie’s nursery

Second child meant that we had learned a few things, got rid of a lot of useless things, and added the chew protector because standing babies chew wood.

Look at that face! So proud!

And now, for the first time in almost a decade, it is no longer a crib.

Alice had been asking for a while now if she could have a Big Girl bed. Both boys were two-and-a-half when they moved to their Big Boy beds due to another baby being on the way needing the crib/nursery.

No more babies are on the way, and as long as she didn’t complain, we were unconcerned that our almost-three-and-a-half-year old was still in a crib. She didn’t climb out, and didn’t make a fuss. Until late this summer.

We bought this particular crib because it can convert to a toddler day bed and eventually a full-sized bed (of course we bought it from Babies R Us and now I can’t find the conversion kit for a Pinehurst crib anywhere. I may have to enlist my dad to help). So the “front” that Cortney took off is technically the foot-board of what may eventually be her bed.

I was about to explode into tears when we called her into the room to see it. The crib that held all of my babies that was now a Big Girl bed because there will be no more babies. But before the lump in my throat could actualize, she saw it, burst into squeals of delight, started hugging both Cortney and me, and proclaiming, “I LOVE IT! THANK YOU!” over and over.

The lump vanished and I burst into laughter.

She was just SO THRILLED.

And unlike her brothers, she has not wandered out of bed at night or at nap at all. That is how much she loves it.

Plus she is a rule follower. I don’t think it occurs to her to get up and protest bedtime.

But also because she loves it.

Notice her Babycita’s crib is right next to hers so she can check on her.

She even plays in her room more. She will just go in there and play babies and sit in her bed. And in the morning, she wanders out and will say, “I get up by myself,” to Cortney.

It’s the sweetest thing in the entire world.

The girl is like her mom and loves sleep, but if it’s possible she loves it even more now.

Tonight, when I put her to bed, she said, “Daddy comes down here by my pillow,” and indicated that I can sit next to her bed and put my head next to hers on her pillow. So I did.

“Now sing Row Row Boat,” she insisted.

So I did.

She is still my littlest, but the parts about her that are baby are fading quickly. This week she will be three-and-a-half years old, and she is adamant that she is a Big Girl.

She still sleeps like the Baby Alice I remember, though: with her pink blankie tucked under her arm and her boppy (pacifier) in her mouth. I know I should push to get rid of that too, but I can’t take all the baby away at once.

Diapers, on the other hand, I would LOVE to see go.

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Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

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