It was time. Amanda never tried to get out of her crib, but she was getting too old. We found the perfect bed for her at USABaby, though neither Alissa nor I expected they’d actually have it in stock. We both expected to have to wait for it to arrive because it has seemed like everything else we have wanted has needed to be ordered. So I was a bit unprepared to lug this thing home yesterday, (carefully) tear apart her crib, and put together the new bed while they went off in search of sheets – which were surprisingly hard to find, hence the stark-white nature of these. That’s not what was intended, it’s just what they had. You’d think something like toddler-bed sheets would be in supply everywhere, but not – unless you want Cars themed sheets, that is. These will do for now.
Bed time almost became a nightmare for everyone involved. Amanda was so excited to get into her bed. “This is a good bed,” she said, multiple times. Until we turned off the light and left the room. And then the yelling began. It seems that everything is different in the new bed. New sleeping position, new shadows, new scary things. We eventually convinced her that everything was fine and that if she would just close her eyes she’d fall right asleep, and that is apparently exactly what happened – not a peep out of her after that, which is a rare occasion. I guess it is a good bed.