So, apparently putting herself to bed, is not the norm for Ellerie. Last weekend she climbed/fell out of her crib, so I sighed and got out the toddler bed. The thing is, it was only once, so maybe I jumped the gun. But when Tate was about this age, he threw himself out of his crib one night when he was crying. He flipped completely over and landed on his back (head toward the crib, if that makes it clear). He got the wind knocked out of him, and it scared the snot out of me. Now Baby Girl goes and gets out with a big thump and a little crying and I just can't leave her in there now. Her room doesn't even have a rug.
When we got the bed up to her room, she was in it before we could even move it to the corner playing at sleep with her eyes closed.
Everyone just had a grand old time in that tiny little bed.
Silly siblings, stuffed animals and books everywhere! Hooray!
Only now, I can't leave her room at night until she's asleep because she won't stay in the bed. She has a fit when I rock her, but that is what I've been doing because sitting on that cold floor while she flops around like a fish deciding whether or not she is tired enough to stay still is not my idea of a good time. Nothing like living with the choices you've made; she loves the bed. LOVES it.
And who wouldn't? I mean, cute, right?
I wish I had a better shot of her quilt, because I just love it. It has tiny dresses loosely appliqued on several of the squares. It's really sweet. And don't you just love her Holly Hobbies? My mom collects Holly Hobbie stuff and found these embroidered girls somewhere (yard sale, perhaps?) and turned them into pillows. There is Charlotte Rose, you know her, and Kitty and Pinky. My sister made Pinky for me when I was a baby. I used to chew on her trunk. And they all look so at home here
So, it's bye-bye crib, hello big girl bed and it's funny because a part of me feels happy and excited like she does and a part of me is really going to miss that crib. In more ways than one.