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Toddler Bed, Be Gone

We were excited to convert Charlotte's crib into a toddler bed, thinking the freedom to move a little more would be enough, but it resulted in her falling out of bed, sleeping pretty much standing against her bed, and ending up in our bed every single night.  Every night, guys.  I'm down with some cuddling, but when this tiny person was up at 4:00am, I was not thrilled.

So tonight, we did the final conversion of her bed and she is now sleeping in her full-sized bed.  Skipped the twin business (this girl sleeps like a starfish).  Her crib was meant to convert right to this bigger size so we rolled with it.  I ordered some railings from Amazon and we popped them on!

I won't lie.  Charlie has been under the weather and sleep is like a distant memory.  It took forever to get her to go to bed tonight, which was frustrating because she was up at 4am and stayed up (!) until 2:00pm -- and then managed to only get a 90 minute nap. I'm exhausted for her.

She was very excited about this new bed, but I think any transition is challenging for humans so I anticipate this will take a while to get used to... for all of us.  I'm hoping the extra space will be just the thing to get her back on a good sleep schedule.  Until then, Starbucks and I will continue to be BFFs.  It's Peppermint Mocha season!  ;)





AMAZING!

A little apprehensive about what Daddy is doing to her bed.




Charlie took this picture! Isn't she gifted? ;)  #nomakeupSunday 

I know that someday, we'll look back at this and reminisce about it all.  I got a little weepy as I watched her excitedly jump onto her bed, thrilled at the idea of being a big girl.  If this doesn't work, I will legit need an IV of coffee this week at work.

xo
Mama Porch



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