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Adios crib. Hello big girl bed.

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Posted 11 Dec 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, house stuffs, motherhood, paparazzi

Three hours and one effed up shoulder later, we have this.

I have to say, I love it. I got choked up when I started taking apart her crib/toddler bed. When the hubs and I brought the pieces down to the basement, I wondered if we’d ever put it back together again. (I made sure to separate all the screws and bolts and label them accordingly, so I don’t curse the day I ever took it apart. You know, just in case.) And then I started feeling panicky and sweaty so I decided to worry more about getting an Ikea bed assembled and less about procreation and the next five years of my life.

Anyway, Abby loves her new NEW big girl bed.

I’m probably going to cry.

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Posted 11 Dec 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, house stuffs, paparazzi, toddler business

Today, we are starting another new chapter in Abby’s life. The REAL big girl bed.

She’s been sleeping in her crib-turned-toddler bed quite well, but with the recent (and successful, might I add) removal of bottles from the bedtime routine, the focus is now majorly on book reading. And she is almost too big to be held in the rocking chair anymore, so we’ve been reading to her in bed. Mostly, I’ve been laying in her effing crib reading to her. (Go ahead and picture that in your mind. Now imagine me trying to get out of her bed without waking her. It’s slapstick comedy at best.)

Anyway, I started moving things around in her room to accommodate said big girl bed. Here’s an in-progress photo shoot:

I’ll update again while in progress. Wish us luck. Ikea can be a bear on Sundays.

 

What I wore Wednesday.

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Posted 07 Dec 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category paparazzi, retail therapy

So, I technically wore this yesterday, but Melania suggested I link up today – so here it is!

Gold Sweater – Target
Plaid Scarf – Metropark (now defunct but apparently returning)
Striped Tank – Macy’s
Grey Skinny Jeans – Banana Republic
Boots – Aldo

**Side note: My dear friend Jen, aka The Next Martha, pointed out to me that this photo implies an “outtie.” I can see that. Let me be the first to tell you that I do not, in fact, have an outtie. I blame the horrific, nightmarish lighting in the women’s room on the 6th floor of my building. It is a force to be reckoned with.

Monday years old.

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Posted 27 Oct 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, paparazzi

Today, Abigail turned two. Or as she would like to have you know, “Monday.”

For the last few weeks we’ve been asking her how old she’s going to be, or how old she is…the answer is always “Monday.”

We don’t understand why, but that’s the way it is.

So to my lovely ladybug, the love of my life, my sunshine on cloudy days…

…I’m so happy to be the mama of a little girl who’s Monday.

Holy crap. This is really happening.

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Posted 26 Oct 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, motherhood, paparazzi

So, we made this transition last night.

The toddler rail went on the crib.

Abby had started this new life plan which included waking up anytime between 1 am and 4 am crying, DEMANDING to go into our room and sleep in our bed. I would try to just hold her in her room, or rock her in the chair in the corner, but no good. Hysterical, gag-crying, screaming “GO RIGHT DERRRR!” while pointing to our bedroom. And it’s 2:17 in the morning. And I’m totally fucking tired. So, YES. PLEASE SLEEP IN OUR ROOM IF IT MEANS I CAN SLEEP RIGHT NOW. PLZTHX.

Yeah. That got old. And fast. So during her two year wellness check yesterday**, her doctor recommended we try a toddler bed. Maybe she just doesn’t like the whole ‘behind bars’ thing. I get that. Who wants to sleep while constantly fearing becoming someone’s bitch and making sure you don’t drop the soap? Granted, I don’t think she’s aware of those kinds of fears, but I’m sure there’s some toddler-equivalent to frightening prison situations. Like not being able to watch Mickey Mouse whenever or being forced to use a binkie with “ackies” on it. Or child labor.

When I got home from work yesterday I swapped the crib rail for the toddler rail, and waited for the hubs to get home with Abbers. He had told her we had a surprise for her, and when she got in the room and saw it…it was nothing but smiles and squeals and proclamations that “it’s boootiful!!” “BIG GIRL BED!!!!1!!1!”

It was a huge success. The rest of the evening she sat in her bed demanding we bring her books so she could lay and look at them in her big girl bed. We gladly obliged.

She slept through the night in her new bed.

**Yeah, my kid is going to be two. TOMORROW. What? Like, WTF. She moved into the “Older Toddlers” room today at daycare too. I’m pretty sure tomorrow she’s going to start stealing my makeup and planning trips to the mall with her girlfriends AND MOM PLEASE DON’T EMBARRASS ME LIKE THAT. That’s all happening tomorrow. When she turns two. This is all happening too fast. Someone hand me a bottle of wine.

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