Late last summer, Ellie climbed out of her crib. She actually fell quite hard, but in typical Ellie behavior brushed it right off and didn’t attempt climbing out for a while. However, Zak and I rushed out to IKEA and bought a cute toddler bed to have on hand when the time came that she really needed it.
Fast forward to about two months ago. Ellie perfected falling out of her crib AND climbing back in. We talked about switching her over, but the holidays were keeping us busy and then Zak and I went out of town and by that point she climbed in and out with such ease we didn’t see the rush. After all, the idea of being able to cage her at times was quite appealing.
Fast forward to two nights ago. She threw a nice, loud tantrum at bedtime and REFUSED to stay in her crib. Zak asked her if she would rather sleep on the floor and she cheerfully said, “Yep!” She immediately put her head on her pillow as we covered her with her purple quilt. We shut her door and didn’t hear another peep. She was asleep in moments.
She made it clear she was DONE with her crib. Yesterday, I teared up as I kissed her sweet dreams in the crib for the last time. My baby isn’t a baby anymore.
During nap, I assembled the new bed through step five of fourteen and then realized we hadn’t purchased one of the components from IKEA. Score! Meatballs from IKEA for dinner!
After the meatballs and the purchase we made our way back home. Zak finished the assembly and we kissed our Ellie sweet dreams in her big girl bed for the first time. She closed her eyes and slept soundly.
