Look who is all grown up!
Sunday night we made the switch from crib to toddler bed, and somewhat surprisingly, because my littlest babe has a hint of spunk, the transition went off without a hitch.
We told her she could choose three friends (aka stuffed animals) to sleep with her, but the rest had to sleep on the floor. We further explained that each night she can choose three new friends if she desires, but only three in the bed at a time. Again, to our surprise, no sass was shown. No fight was had. She just said "Ok, Mama. I like Minnie, Kitty and Monkey."
As you can see, we did not set a limit for her beloved pacifiers. Because, well, I know where to draw the line.
She never got out of bed after we left the room that first night (still hasn't), slept all night, and woke the next morning and immediately started playing/reading in her bed (I left one book close by so she could pick it up to read first thing). After about ten minutes of reading to Minnie, she started calling for me (still never getting out of bed).
I'll call this crib to big-kid bed passage a W-I-N.
I may or may not have shed a few tears in the process. I know. Typical. But for the first time in four years, I don't have a baby snoozing in a crib. My littlest baby isn't a baby anymore. She's now a 2.5 year old who can climb in and out of bed on her own.
We are proud of you, Ms. Camille!
Next up on the toddler transition to-do list? Pacifier elimination. Anyone want to call me out on how long I have been saying that?
Ahh well, all in good time.
All in good time. :)