My baby is getting big, you guys. And it’s really.
(Of course sad in the best way possible, but sad nonetheless.)
Two weeks ago we received Olivia’s crib converter, and last Wednesday we finally put it up. As I sat there watching Dominic take apart the front of the crib, I started having instant flashbacks of the very first time I watched him put together that beautiful dark cherry wood crib. I can remember exactly what I was wearing (baby blue sweats and a maroon sweatshirt, pretty much all that fit me at that point), I remember exactly how I felt (excited/anxious/happy/scared/all of the new mom feelings), and I remember exactly what happened after we put the front piece onto the rest of the crib, completing it:
I mean of course I cried, I was a huge walking ball of pregnancy hormones. BUT also because the sight of that crib in the corner of our room was really what solidified everything for me. We were having a baby, a real life, tiny little human all to ourselves, and she was coming soon.
When we registered at Babies R’ Us, and came across that crib, we knew that was it. That was the one that our daughter would sleep in. We loved that it was a crib, then a toddler bed, then a full size bed. We loved that it was dark wood. We loved that it came as a set with two beautiful dressers. We loved the style of it. We loved everything about it. We loved it so much that even though they told us that it wouldn’t be able to arrive until about 3 weeks before my due date, we didn’t care. We waited.
Every single night, up until she was born, I stared at her room, at that crib, and just imagined her sleeping there every night (even though she didn’t sleep in it right away. Ha!). What I didn’t imagine, however, was what it would look like when we converted that perfect crib into a toddler bed.
Or that the day would come so damn fast.
But come it has. And guess what?
After Dominic put the toddler rail in place of the front piece, completing the toddler bed,
And I’m not even pregnant!
The worst part is that my newborn, I mean………my toddler (she’s a toddler now, Katie, get it through that big head of yours) ran up to me, swinging her arms around me neck and said, “It’s okay, Mama.” Although she was only sympathetic for a solid second because the next second she was standing on her new little bed laughing and jumping up and down like a little crazy.
She obviously really hates her bed, so we should put it back, right? Kidding ;)
Now that I’m past the OMG MY BABY IS NOT A BABY crying fit, I realized just how damn cute it is. And how much it’ll help with the night time potty training (I promise! to have a potty training update up tomorrow!). And how much I love that she can walk downstairs when she wakes up from her nap, or walk to our room when she wakes up in the morning….although I’ll probably eat my words for that last one sooner rather than later!
Oh so quick story about our very first night time experience with the toddler bed. She came out of her room about ten minutes after we put her to sleep for the night. I was upstairs in our room and Dominic was downstairs in our living room, I heard little footsteps and when I get up to see what she’s doing, she’s standing in the middle of the stairway saying, “Good morning, Dada!” No, Olivia, it’s 10:30pm. Definitely not morning. So he walks her back to bed and she didn’t wake up again until about 4am. We put a gate up at the top of the stairs, closed the bathroom door, and had our door closed, but not shut. All of a sudden I hear her running around our little hallway, crying, and I honestly think that she was freaking out because she thought she was trapped in the hallway! I really don’t know why she didn’t just come in our room right away but after a few minutes, she did, and then I walked her back to bed. About an hour later, I feel Dominic shake and go “What the?!” and she was curled in a ball, nose in nose, with a big smile and said, “Hi Dada”. Haha I had just told my sister the night before that I was wondering how long it was gonna be before she came in and scared the crap out of us….turns out not long at all!
Other than that, she’s honestly been pretty good. Every morning when she wakes up, she comes in our room and pushes our door open, leading it to slam very hard (and very loudly) into the wall, almost as if to say, “I am awake!” There have been a few times where I put her down for either her nap or for the night and a few minutes later she gets up and I hear little feet running around the upstairs, OR when she knows it’s almost “lights out”, she comes up with a million and one things that she forgot to do before getting in bed. Oh yes, we have a little bedtime staller, if you will. “Mama, can I call Dada, please? Mama, I gotta go potty! Mama, one more book, please? Mama, can I brush teeth?” Even though, we just did ALL OF THOSE THINGS. Sneaky girl. But other than being a major staller, she doesn’t cry because she’s in her new bed or act like she’s scared or anything like that so we’re pretty lucky!
Although it’s weird seeing her in such a big girl bed, I like that right before I put her to sleep for the night, I can actually cuddle in her bed with her and read her a story. I think she really likes it too because when I announce that it’s time to get ready for bed she grabs my hand and says, “Come on, Mama! Go upstairs, read a book!”
In fact the other day, while Olivia was napping, I realized that it had been over two and a half hours (she usually sleeps for almost exactly two), so I quietly went to check on her and there she was, laying in her bed, reading. Heart. In a puddle. All over the floor.
Next up is redecorating her room!
And I conclude this post with one final sentence:
Stop growing, Olivia.
Actually, I have one more:
No matter what, Olivia, you will ALWAYS (always!) be my little baby.
P.S. Frozen comes out today! Yay!! I saw this video last night and holy goosebumps!, that guy is awesome!