Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Demise of the Crib
I was a little misty-eyed as I took Jake’s crib down today. For 6 ½ years, that crib has been a fixture in our house. After doing the transition from crib to big bed four times, neither Al or I were in any hurry to do it a fifth time. We didn’t care if Jake was in kindergarten before he switched beds. Jake had other plans. As I was leaving his room one day at naptime, he climbed out of his crib and into the empty bottom bunk. “What are you doing?” I asked. “My bed,” he answered. He never looked back.
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5 comments:
Sounds like all is well at the Burns' home. I can't believe you drank the soap, though, that must have been bad!
Jake turned 2 in Nov., right? Harrison is still in his crib and I'm wondering when he's going to start climbing out. When he does, the only place he has to go, is into Haden's bed. . . .not exciting!
If only they were all that simple to move to the "big bed."
It is good to know someone is thinking of me.
We just got back from the park and I couldn't stop commenting to the other mom's what a nice day it was! It has actually been very hot here. I was really close to turning my air on yesterday, crazy! I think it was 82 when I picked Josie up yesterday.
Guess you'll have to work on #6? Just imagine the trouble they could cause if there was another one.
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