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Saturday, March 17, 2007

Mommy-life Crisis

Posted by Alex at 9:21 AM

I have passed the point of no return, it seems. When our daughter stayed at my folks' house for a couple of nights this week, she performed the amazing parlor trick of climbing out of the crib. For a 28-month-old who weighs less than 25 pounds, this is a feat of both strength and flexibility. So Brett and I had to face facts. She needed a Big Girl bed. So we moved her brother's bed into her room, bought new pink sheets and a fancy pink-striped bedspread for her "new" bed and bought our son... a bunk bed.Brett spent the afternoon assembling the bunk bed. When our son finally went upstairs to see the "surprise" Daddy had created, his responses included, "This is an amazing thing!", "It's lovely, Daddy!" and the ultimate seal of approval: "I'm a Big Boy now!" Our daughter spent some time of the night calling for "Mommeee!" -- at 8:00PM -- at 9:00PM -- at 1:30AM -- and at 2:30AM. But she stayed in the bed. She didn't fall out. Every Big Boy and Big Girl in this house is quite pleased this morning.


Our poor crib. A hand-me-down gift from friends in tiny-town KY. Now it is in pieces, sitting on the back porch, awaiting the trip to Goodwill. All the crib sheets, printed with fish and purchased by the church ladies in KY for our first child's baby shower -- in a grocery sack to go with the crib. I don't have a baby anymore. WAAAAH!

 

10 Comments:

  1. Songbird said...
    10:04 AM  
    Just wait until your climber tries her skills on big brother's bunk bed! (Our #2 did that and scared the heck out of me!!)
    Evonne and Gerrit said...
    10:05 AM  
    Oh it is a big step to watch your little ones grow up. And it is always to fast. But along with that comes lots of good stuff. But it is very hard and maybe it is the mommy that needs to sleep with a blankie for a night or two. We need comforting too.
    Quotidian Grace said...
    10:18 AM  
    Poor Mommy! I remember when my oldest daughter learned to climb out of the crib--she was about 18 months old--and we had to put her in a "big girl bed", too. Unlike your daughter, she didn't stay in bed!
    Liz said...
    10:40 AM  
    You know the horror I felt as I walked in on Lily with one leg over the edge of the port-a-crib ready to fling herself "over the wall." (Has she been watching old WWII escape-the-Nazi-prison camp movies????) Lily, poor child, is going to have fight her whole life to prove she is a "big girl" because she is so tiny, fortunately she has triple does of spunk.
    belinda said...
    1:27 PM  
    I remember those days and now I am planning an 8th grade graduation party - time does go fast but it is a joy the whole way - enjoy!!
    Rev Dave said...
    3:19 PM  
    Cue:

    http://mywebpages.comcast.net/freewebman/war/ww2/great-escape.mp3
    St. Casserole said...
    10:19 PM  
    Another milestone!
    I grieved about sending LD's crib to the church for the nursery. The crib had more life in it and I thought I'd feel ok when I saw it at church. No way! I just missed having my baby in it.
    LD was so happy to be in a big girl bed...
    LambSoup said...
    11:10 PM  
    Gee, BesoMami, some of us never even had a baby in the first place.
    Alex said...
    11:35 PM  
    Thanks for all the good thoughts.
    steve said...
    1:05 PM  
    I remember selling the crib we gave to our two boys. Such mixed feelings -- joy that they're growing up, and yet sadness, too.

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