Big Girl Bed!

Our efforts at making Megan a big girl via potty training is a definite failure. But we did catch her trying to scale her way out of the crib a week or so ago, and thus, Megan is now an official 'big girl' with a big girl bed to match.

The crib we bought for Megan is a convertible crib/bed/transformer/Ronco food dehydrator or something like that, so I figured the transition from crib to bed would be time consuming. So of course I called my father-in-law to come help. Some might see this as a sign of weakness on my part. I built her play kitchen last Christmas. My skills are beyond question ... I just thought Carey may want to feel useful ... sure, that's it.

So imagine my chagrin when he arrives, we start, and the deassembly/assembly requires about 8 bolts to be untightened and then retightened with an allen wrench. I'm definitely not helping my relationship with my mechanically-inclined father-in-law.

Fifteen minutes later I felt like all memories of the past two-and-a-half years had been vanished. Megan wasn't even in the bed yet and I felt a whole stage of her life had been wiped clean. Thank goodness back in those days I used to blog regularly to remind me ... instead of now.

But once it was put together our quality control inspector came in, gave it a few jumps, loaded it with stuffed animals and declared it a success. Megan now runs around saying "big girl bed." Our biggest fear was that one morning I would walk in and see she had demolished her room at some point during the night. But we're a week in and so far she's been great (knock on wood) at staying in her bed.

And heck, if Jillian gets mad at me, I found out I can even crash in it. Of course without a crib now I have no idea where we would put a second baby ...