Crib to Bed
There is a room next to mine with toy boxes marked “Noise” and baby blankets galore. There is a hot pink rocking horse that my sister made for GiGi to celebrate her first birthday, and there are mountains of clothes. There’s also a small lamp that casts a very faint shadow on the wall of my toddler sleeping in her bed at night. Her two pigtails were nestled deep into a new pillow sometime after 7 pm. And for 5 hours and 7 minutes, I got to have my room all to myself.
I never planned on pushing the whole sleep-in-your-own-bed thing, because let’s face it, I don’t have enough memories to count on one hand of the times she slept in her crib. Something wacky about the relationship between my daughter and I just allows for a sense of “ah-ha” at random moments. About three weeks ago, I was cleaning her room and I just decided to turn her crib into a toddler bed. We bought one of those handy 3-in-1 conversion cribs so I thought it would be easy as pie to assemble. I was dreadfully wrong, and that little warmer colored wooden bitch took skin, sweat, and many-a-foul-word from me.
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