Things like beds.
Sam moved from his crib to a toddler bed when he was about Lena's age. It was not a seamless transition, though nothing with Sam ever is. But he finally adapted and has called that little bed his own until last week.
We've been discussing getting him bunk beds for a long time and held out for a nice one (for a nice deal) from Overstock.com - a double on the bottom and twin on top. It is perfect, small enough for Sam's little room and roomy enough for guest and friends (and the occasional little sister). He even got to pick out his own sheets - Star Wars! As a fellow lover of all things Star Wars, I couldn't have been prouder of my boy.
(Excuse the cluttered shelves - now that he can reach them, Sam likes to put all of his stuff up there)
And, as a consequence of Sam's new bed, Lena acquired his toddler bed. She was NOT into it when we first put it in her room, so we kept her crib too. But today she picked out her own sheets and pillow and flower nightlight (all of which are so precious, I can't stop looking at them) and she napped without incident this afternoon and is sleeping like a baby in her big girl bed right now. My sweet baby girl. Turning into a big girl. Sniff, sniff.
Goodbye, little crib. You have held both of our babies through many restful and fitful nights and naps and have kept them safe.
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