As of this morning, 2 out of 3 [of my] kids are sleeping in Biggie Beds.
(We define “biggie” rather loosely here. In layman’s terms, we took off a crib side. BOOM. Welcome to adulthood, pal!)
Anyway, one of us was rather off-the-charts excited about it. Her big sister was pretty stoked as well. (And the little man could barely contain his joy/lunch, either.) And P.J.? Oh, nothing says I’ve Been Out With My Pals Until The Wee Hours AND It’s Also Daylight Savings like whipping out the ol’ toolbox and working on a bed while roughly all of your children climb on you. (Now that’s the Sex Ed. PSA the high schoolers need!)
We knew this frightening, frightening day would come; it was just last week that our darling monkey Susannah began pole-vaulting outta her crib and surprising us in the middle of the night with a gleefully whispered “I didn’t even fall on the ground and hurt myself!” (Oh, HOORAY!)
And you know what they say- once the monkey’s outta the crib, the monkey’s outta the crib.
Thankfully, so far she’s kinda respecting her newfound abilities…and is a tad drunk on power. That’ll have to be enough for now. (Well, that, and threatening to toss her lovies into the trash. WHICH I WOULD NEVER DO, MOM.)
I’ll admit, I had been having a minor freakout about how quickly she’s growing up and how young she still seems for this kind of transition. But while the first is undoubtedly true, here’s a blog post from when we popped the side off of Nora’s crib…and if you do the math, you’ll see that they’re nearly the exact same age.
Which means that Zu will [most likely] be totally fine.
And so will I.
Until the day we end up pitching this crib and all the corresponding baby bedding, leaving Jasper as my sole “baby” and the one who’ll have to remain in his crib until he’s roughly 31.
See? Fine. We’ll all be fine.
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