Last weekend Ryan and Julie sent us home with my niece and nephew's crib. When converted, it becomes a toddler bed. Our crib converts into wooden slats that will be stored away until it can be returned to Grammy Guthrie.
I'm not sure where the time has gone with my little Owen. I rember placing him into the the crib the first time thinking that he just looked so tiny. Now when I go into his room he has one leg over the rail. As soon as he see's me coming he starts bouncing up and down.
In my head I know that he will transition well. He is 22 months old and has always been pretty receptive to change. My heart on the other hand wants to keep my baby in that crib until he is 22 years old.
Since we have a three day weekend, I suppose we'll go ahead and give it a go. Will he be like his brother and stay in bed until we come get him out or will he be up and down all night long enjoying his new found freedom? Let's just hope that it's an easy night...
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