Probably nobody but my mom and Rebecca really care about the crib to big-girl-bed transition but it's been taking over my life so gosh darnit, you get the whole saga (including the part where I am a freaking IDIOT--and not just about bed size).
Stage 1
Place Ikea mattress on floor, purchase (wrong size) sheets, put baby gate in doorway
, keep crib available for emergencies, cross fingers, photograph results:


Stage 2
Realize that making cabinets for TWO kitchens will occupy Mr. H's time to the point that he will not be able to make a big-girl-bed before the borrowed crib/dresser return deadline. Find headboard at thrift store:
Realize that, like sheets, it is the wrong size. Curse.
Stage 3
Donate headboard back to said thrift store, chalk it up to a $15 lesson. Purchase new big-girl-bed (this time with rails included, bonus!). Splurge on nightstand that nobody likes but me.

Paint (and bless husband for buying a darn good paint sprayer--two coats of primer and one of paint in one day!)

Stage 4 (help required)
Disassemble crib, drop parts on toe, curse, shove dresser and crib parts into hall, install "new" furniture in bedroom, surround bed with softness, identify need for a dresser, photograph results
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The first night I think she (and I**) slept a total of 2 uninterrupted hours. Big-girl-beds are very exciting you know, as are the changing table mirrors that are now at eye level. Did you know there is a BABY in her room at night? And you can jump off a big-girl-bed onto a mattress on the floor and not get hurt! Fascinating stuff.
Last night was much better. Tonight my fingers are crossed....
And finally, for those of you who made it this far, this is my 101st post at this new address (my third blogging home). In honor of reaching 100 I finally took 30 minutes and fixed the sidebar. Click the images on the left; they're totally links! I am an html genius! (full disclosure: Typepad help gave me the code)
*I saw this photo and immediately thought of this print that I saw months ago and loved. So I just bought one ;)
**I am a freaking IDIOT and made a bet with Mr. H and then got cocky
and upped the ante from a Coke to an entire MONTH of getting up with
Biscuit (midnight wake ups and mornings). I lost the bet. Good timing
with the big-girl-bed introduction and all. I am an idiot. A very, very,
tired idiot.