With Kenzie I had a sense of urgency regarding getting her out of the crib and into a big girl bed. Hannah was coming and I wanted Kenzie to feel comfortable and not displaced by the new baby. With Hannah, I almost have a sense of reluctance. What, reluctance? From the mom who can't wait for her children to grow up? I guess I'm just comfortable with the way things are: Hannah the vaseline eater safely contained in a crib and Kenzie close to the ground on a bed that we hope will last forever.
Kenzie at age 1 year 11 months in her first big girl bed. I was so worried about the baby displacement thing I borrowed this bed from my mom before we bought the bunk beds a month later.
Safely tucked away in the garage was the second bunk bed. For when Hannah got older. And more obedient. Since neither of those days was approaching, I dismissed Mike's suggestion that we break out the bunkbeds this last weekend. Hannah was not old enough. Neither was Kenzie. Really. They were too young. No I mean it. Finally, I decided that maybe I was being a little constraining and it was time for a big girl bed. But I still wouldn't let Mike take down the crib.
Mike working diligently to put the bed together while the girls lay on each other and giggle. We bought the top bunk when we bought Kenzie's bed, knowing that we'd eventually need it.
I want options. Just in case this big girl bed is a bad idea. So far it's been a hit. Kenzie loves being on the top bunk and Hannah enjoys her bed. Last night was little rough what with Hannah climbing up the ladder every time we turned out the lights but otherwise naps and bed time have gone well. She's only fallen out twice. (I know you can buy those bed fences or whatever they're called, but part of Mike and my parenting philosophy is a few falls before you learn are good motivators. That's of course, only if the bed is close enough to the ground.)
I love it when they pretend to sleep. Here they are on the bottom bunk. I'm excited to make matching rag quilts for them with my mom. We're doing variations on pink. Except this time we're making the squares 12", not 6". 6" is a nightmare.
Since the room is small and I haven't allowed the crib to come down yet (I probably will this weekend), I've lost my makeshift dresser/changing table. This means I should be motivated to potty train Hannah. Yes, I'm definitely feeling the love for cleaning up poop and pee and being subject to "I need to go potty," whims. I love dropping everything to run to the bathroom and then clapping excitedly and doing the potty dance. That was sarcasm. Although I really do enjoy potty dances.
So I guess they're growing up. Dang it. (And thank goodness. When does the whining "mamamamamama" stop when we're around strangers/close family/anyone but Mike or I?)
The exciting and new top bunk. Notice how I have totally sold out and the abhorred princesses decorate the wall.
On the ladder of death. It hasn't been the ladder of death yet, but I'm pretty sure that with my girls' (inherited from me) coordination, this will become the ladder of death.
P.S. As I post this I can hear Hannah wandering around the bedroom. Did I say it was going well? I lied.