Yesterday, it happened. No more crib, no more toddler bed with a rail, no more shoving her feet up the wall and attempting to get comfy until 10pm. (Because when a kid in the 5th percentile complains of feeling cramped, you know it's time for a Big Kid bed.) We recently inherited a bed from P.J.'s fam that had been P.J.'s Mom's childhood bed- and her Dad's before that. That was exciting because a) I love family heirlooms, and b) we spent all of our moolah on a twin mattress. (SERIOUSLY. Why are they so expensive?!)
So I now present to you a li'l photo array of Before, During, and After:
|The girls are a crucial part of the bed-building process. |
(Says Peej, crouched in the background.)
|Peej continues to build the bed, Nora continues to |
bring toys directly atop the bed-building site.
|Measuring for the slats that need to be cut down.|
He's practically Bob the Builder. (Or Wendy.)
|I get all the fun jobs: like polishing with scratch cover, and keeping|
the metal part of the tape measure out of Susannah's mouth.
|Tightening the specs on the lug nut with the thing for the...|
(I'm just saying it's a very good thing he had help.)
|Completely dwarfed by her awesome Big Kid bed!|
|I think we've got a winner. Or an overstimulated kid who's been|
playing with the varnish. Either way, she's got a terrific place to sleep.