"Pretty Bed"

Yesterday when Maylie climbed out of her crib during her nap, I knew the dreaded time had come.  It's so sad to me when we have to move our little "babies" into a toddler bed. It means they're growing up, and I'm never quite sure I'm ready for it.

So after dinner we retreated to the basement to find Tate's toddler bed, dust and clean it off, and bring it upstairs for a few minor repairs.  Maylie was so excited the entire time.  And after we got it all set up complete with a pillow, sheet and quilt, she just snuggled down and kept saying, "My pretty bed!!" It melted me.

Maylie has officially been our longest crib sleeper.  Tate had climbed out by 18 months, and Easton had to move to a bed shortly after 18 months so Tate could have the crib.  So we had a lot of practice of putting kids back in bed, using child proof door knob things, and with Tate, having to hold the door shut when he learned how to use the child-proof door knob.  But last night with Maylie, she just called me when she needed me and has been waiting so patiently in her bed for me to come get her.  What a sweetie pie!

Here's to Miss Maylie Grace and her new pretty bed!