We've been talking about moving Sammy to a big boy bed for a few weeks now. It just seems like the logical next step, and he's never really taken to his crib anyway, preferring to sleep with us or in his swing next to our bed. And while we love having him with us, it'd be nice to see more than 4 hours of sleep at a clip.
So this morning, because we didn't have anything better to do and we like to take on more projects than we should, we took the front off Sammy's crib to convert it to a "big boy bed" - and then realized that none of the typical bed rails work on conversion cribs. Oops. And the rail that matches his crib was a special order that would take 10-12 weeks. Yeah - not so much. So we poked around craigslist (have I told you how much I luuuuuuurv craigslist?) and at 5pm, just hours before bedtime, bought him a fun practically-new fire truck bed for about a quarter of the price of a brand new one. The conversation went like this: "I know you've got the bed listed for $$, but will you take $ if we come get it RIGHT NOW?" So while Jay went and picked it up, Jay's mom and I cleaned up Sammy's room and childproofed it a bit more - because, well, now Sammy can get up and wander around his room in the middle of the night. Eek.
Wish us luck!
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