Olive still sleeps in her crib. She hasn't (yet) managed to monkey her way out of it. (Although, there was an unfortunate night recently when she got one leg wedged through the bars and had to be rescued. She was fine.)
I know that it will be time to convert her crib to its toddler sized iteration before much longer, but I'm not ready for it.
I'm not ready for her to be able to crawl in and out of bed whenever she wants.
I'm not ready for her to have unlimited night-time toy access. (Arguably, this goes hand in hand with the reason above.)
I'm not ready for Olive's stuffed toys to be accessible to Zoe - who can't distinguish between dog toys and baby toys.
I'm not ready to find the time to un-build one more step of the crib we so lovingly selected and assembled.
I'm not ready for her to be quite that grown up.
I'm just not.
The work moves on!
7 hours ago