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Crib to toddler bed to the floor?

I remember when Molly was just days old thinking that it’d be weird when, one day, I wouldn’t know exactly how many days old she was. And then, when she was so many weeks old, realizing that at some point, I would no longer know how many weeks old she was. When that happened, I went to my iPhone calendar and wrote a reminder on every Friday through March 2013 that Bear was such-and-such weeks old on that day. Despite trying to make a concerted effort to remember everything, and to write the First Big Anything Event down in her scrapbook, I’ve been falling further and further behind. I don’t know the last day she wore a diaper when in non-sleeping mode and I don’t know the last day she took two naps instead of one. I don’t know the date on which she had her last (water) bottle (though I know it was in either April or May of this year – egads). And I don’t know the day that we took the side of her crib down to turn that crib into a toddler bed.

Sigh. What is wrong with me? I think maybe I’ve stopped writing all of these things down because it feels like it’s just going faster and faster and there’s no time! Or maybe it’s because I’m in denial that she’s becoming more of a girl and so much less of a baby? Or maybe it’s just because I’ve gotten really lazy. In any event, it’s true that she’s been in a toddler bed for several months now, only it isn’t really true. You see, for the last month or so, she has refused to sleep in her bed, insisting that her place to rest is on the floor. It’s true and it’s weird. At first, she insisted on sleeping on the not-exactly-plush Ikea rug that is the sole floor covering in her room. AO, though, snuck her sleeping bag underneath her, and she seems ok with that. I think it’s less likely CPS will take her from us if they see the cute Bear sleeping bag AO’s mom got her. I thought this was just going to be a phase, and I suppose it probably is, but it’s sure taking awhile. Night after night (and day after day when she does allow herself a nap), our little one demonstrates her penchant for the monastic life by slumbering on the hard floor. What does this mean for us? It means I can no longer remember the last time we washed her sheets.


This is going to be hard

So, Thursday was a real game changer for our family. You see, as I said just a few days ago, Mollybear’s last day in her beautiful classroom was Tuesday. She was all set to move right next door to her new beautiful classroom on this coming Tuesday. We’ve known that we were headed to this new classroom since February. I admit that in February, when we got the news, I had mixed feelings. I was happy that her transition would probably be pretty easy, as she already spent many afternoons in the “new” classroom anyway, and I was happy because the Toddler House is probably the best place on Earth, but I was a little concerned because most of the other kids around her age were moving up to the NEXT classroom, which is in the school next door. I worried maybe something was wrong and the teachers were troubled by some things they weren’t telling us. I didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, so I tried to address gently. I was assured that nothing was wrong and it was based solely on age. I thought, “But so-and-so is younger than Bear….” I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and tried to just focus on the good: we’d get to stay another year in the greatest place ever.

On Thursday, we had our orientation in her new classroom. It was really lovely, which we knew. Because she was off from school, she had been at my mom’s, so my mom and Severa came along for orientation, too. Molly loved the place, as I knew she would, but I kept having the same mixed feelings. I felt so safe and secure, but part of me wondered if I should be asking for more for her, wondering if she would need more to challenge her. I got tears in my eyes a few times thinking about how wonderful a place it is. And yet. Shouldn’t she be at the school next door? Well, part way through the orientation, I got a hint. The head of the school came through and asked if there was room in Molly’s new room for So-and-So because, it turned out, he wasn’t old enough for the toddler classroom housed in the school. But who IS old enough? Spoiler alert: Molly.

That afternoon, we received a super nice phone call from the head of the school explaining that she thinks the mix-up was made back in February and that Molly was supposed to go to the school and So-and-So (a really sweet boy who has been speaking in full sentences since birth, I think) was supposed to be in the Toddler House. Sigh. We were told that we were welcome to stay in the Toddler House, but that the general thinking was that Bear would probably fare better next door. As I spoke with Aaron about it, and my friend and co-worker Chris, I knew what our choice had to be, but I also knew that I will really miss the greatest place on earth. And I’m sad that I didn’t the months to process the move. And I’m sad that I didn’t realize that, on Tuesday, I would never again get to see her biking in a circle around the playground with her pals (always in the same direction, like the Farmers’ Market). I thought we were getting another year there. Oh well. It is right next door.

On Friday, we returned to school and had our orientation in her new classroom. It’s really lovely and I think she’s going to be very happy there. After we left, though, she walked right over to the greatest place on earth and asked me to open the door for her.

We’ll get there (but it’s going to be awhile)

I’ve come to realize that when you’ve purchased a house that has been flipped and the flipper is not someone you’ve seen on HGTV, you may be looking at a lot of unexpected work down the road. Particularly if you made your offer in, say, January when Wisconsin does not allow transparency of a lot of parts of a house that are important. Like, for just one example, the roof.

Anyway, one thing that I knew we were going to want to change was all of the window treatments. I knew it would be expensive, but I also knew (a) it’s not exactly like you ever buy a house because of the window treatments so needing to swap them is super common and (b) it wasn’t a change we needed to make immediately. Or so I thought. Having lived here now for three months, the cheapness of the craptastic blinds is driving me bonkers. Still, we simply don’t have the money to do anything about it right now. So, I wait.

On the other hand, I really couldn’t stand what had happened to Bear’s blinds for much longer.



So, I ordered a roman blackout shade from Pottery Barn Kids on Thursday and it was at our door when we came home on Friday. I was a little freaked out by the speed of the delivery, and the lack of a packing slip, but not enough to let it stop me from asking AO to sub out the abandoned house-style blind for a creamy new white one with an aqua blue stripe. And this morning, we got this:

Ta da! (Sorta)

Ta da! (Sorta)

I’m mostly happy with the wrinkly new shade, but there’s something a little odd about it. While it doesn’t fit perfectly, and allows for some light on the sides, that doesn’t really bother me because that sort of imperfection feels rather inevitable when not ordering a custom product. What’s weird to me is the little pinpricks in the fabric that seem to be spelling out some sort of constellation code. Pottery Barn doesn’t appear to allow reviews on their site – something I never noticed before – and it’s not enough of a bother to put in a call to customer service, but it’s a little surprising and irksome.

In all, I feel it’s been a rather satisfying morning.

A much nicer view

A much nicer view

I meant to count to five

Tonight, when putting Bear to bed, she was doing some kind of fort-making with this book she has about numbers. I was trying to convince her she could do anything she wanted with the book, as long as she did it while in her bed. She was not convinced. Eventually, I said, “Ok, Molly, I’m going to count to five and then you’re going to bed.” She looked at me with total excitement. “One,” we said in unison. “Two…three…four…five,” she said louder and louder. “Six…seven…eight…nine…TEN!” I had no idea she could count to ten. When did that happen?!

A sure-fire way to procrastinate bed-time: pull a cool trick out of your arsenal.

The final countdown

As our days with Gertie are dwindling to just a couple, I decided that I needed more terror in my life. So, last night we went to La Fete de Marquette, which has returned to the vastly improved Central Park, just a few blocks from our new abode. What was so scary about the festival?


Molly on her first Ferris wheel ride, that’s what. Oy vey. I couldn’t get more pics because (a) my phone keeps telling me it’s at photo capacity (note to self: do something about that) and (b) everytime I looked at them, I went weak in the knees and started to cry. Literally, I cried. Please come down, I internally shouted. But Molly? Grinning from ear to ear and, when Aaron told her the ride was ending and they’d have to get off, shouted, “No!!!”