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Big Girl Bed in the Big Girl Room

I don't really want to talk about the big girl bed.

I somewhat want to run out of the room in tears every night.  But then there is that pride.  Pride that I kept a human alive long enough to see a big girl bed.  And the joy of watching her grow up.  But it is bittersweet for sure.  And it's only just begun....


You see that bed there.  That way MY bed through high school and college.  My extra long twin bed.  We put down some plywood and omitted the box springs for a toddler friendly height.  Knock on wood, she has never fell out of bed, but if she does, I'll install a safety rail.  I have some Pinterest inspired wall decor that I would like to do to "Haley" it up a bit.  It now has stuffed animals EVERYWHERE and books and other misc items that make the room look like a toddler lives there.  But for the past two weeks now, she has slept through the night in her bed without issue.  Every now and then, before bed, she will ask for her crib but generally I tell her that "Cribs are for babies.  If you want to sleep in the crib then we have to go to bed early and skip watching Curious George to get baby sleep.  OR we can watch Curious George and then go to bed in the big girl bed."  Works every time.  

Truth is, naptime is a different story.  Naptime is mommy time.  And you don't mess with a good thing.  We just recently stretched our 1.5 hour nap to a 2-3 hour nap.  So I don't push the bed issue during nap time.  I let her just sleep in her crib.  Meh.  Maybe in another few months or so.  

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