April 28, 2009
We recently moved Lara from a crib into a big-girl bed. And when I say moved, what I mean is that we contemplated going to IKEA to get a low twin, decided that the effort to get one, bring it home, and rearrange all the furniture in her room to accommodate it was too tiring to even think about... so we just took one of the sides off of her crib, put it into storage, and I sewed her a little pillow and case. Is three and a half late to make the switch? Well, we were worried about what would happen once she knew she could escape the bed at will. We were anxious that naps would fly out the window, and that rebellion would ensue. After all, we thought, she never really climbed out of the crib, so what's the rush?
Turns out we needn't have worried. It took one day for her to fall in love with her new little bed. She sleeps in it fine. She naps. She escapes only a few times just after bedtime with a smiling mischievous face that I love (I have to hide my giggles in my attempts to be stern).