The big kid

We finally did it. We (and by we, I mean John) converted Porgie's crib into a daybed (AKA - a big kid bed). I am not one of those overeager, in-tune with her baby mothers. You know, the ones who potty train at 18 months and transition to a regular bed at age 2. No, I am the mother who completely ignores the fact that her child is getting older (hence the reason that until last week, my 3 1/2 year old was unpotty trained and sleeping in a crib). I would have been perfectly content to let her sleep in her crib until she was 18 years old. Actually, I never even asked my husband to convert the crib. He took it upon himself to do it while I was grocery shopping last week.

At first I was a little weary of the whole situation, but Porgie has proven to be a super star big kid bed sleeper. She LOVES her new set-up, and she has been sleeping great. I thought she might roll out of bed, but she hasn't (so far). I have a bed rail left over from our co-sleeping days, but there isn't really any room to attach it.

Here is a picture of my big kid in her big kid bed...