We started telling Mckinley last year that as soon as she started using the potty that she'd get a big girl bed. Well. That came and went way too fast. She'd bring it up after she was trained and I would push it off. I kept thinking how old Braxton was and told myself that she'd be the same age in November and we'd do it then. Then Christmas came. And I just wasn't ready.
Just like her big brother, the girl loved her bed. She'd ask to get in it during the day. She'd want to get in it after her bath and watch the iPad until bedtime. Never once did she try to climb out. Never once.
Finally we knew that we couldn't keep putting it off. So after she was finished with dance class one week we met the boys. On our way I told her we were going to meet them and what we were going to do. When she got out of the car and saw them she squealed "I'm getting my big girl bed!". All throughout the store she'd say "I'm getting a big girl bed". We knew we were making the right decision. Even as heartbroken as we were, that again, our little baby was no more.
I think she played in her big girl bed all day. Just like her big brother, when bedtime came and the lights were out, she too missed her baby bed.
We see everyday in both of our children that they are growing. And fast. When I look back at this blog I'm reminded of how far we've come and how fast it's happened.
And I'm filled with happiness and sadness.
