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My Daughter’s Growing Up

4 Sep

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During our week-long vacation, the best sleeping situation would be for the three oldest kids (my 12 year old nephew, my 5 year old niece and 2 1/2 year old Bee) to room together in a huge bunk-bedded out room.

This would be Bee’s first attempt at sleeping in a “big girl bed”.

(Shut up. She’s never even attempted to crawl out of her crib so if it ain’t broke, right?)

Mr. Bee and I anticipated a huge ordeal with the sleeping situation. Bee would surely (1) freak out, (2) scream a lot, (3) refuse to sleep, (4) climb out of bed the second we were out of the room, and/or (5) freak the fuck out.

So we tentatively put her down for the night in her temporary big girl bed expecting the absolute worse.

And to be honest (because we’re all about that here, right?), I fully expected for Bee to sleep with Mr. Bee and I the entire trip. Selfishly, because I love that toddler snuggling, I was actually kind of looking forward to it. We never co-slept so I’m kind of evil and am looking forward to her childhood nightmares that send her running in to our rooms for the safety of mommy and daddy. ‘Cause I’m kind of an asshole like that.

Anywho, we got Bee all snuggly with her Blankie, Elmo and Ellie the Elephant (which coincidentally is the first stuffed animal I received as a welcome-home present from Sissy when I was born – all together now: “aaaaaaawwwww!!”), and waited for the inevitable screams and tantrums…

Huh?

Seriously?

They never came! Besides her just wanting to stay up all night talking the other two kids’ ears off (to which the oldest would exasperatingly respond to with “Bee, go to sleeeeeep!!”), we didn’t have a single issue with Bee in a big girl bed!

So instead of sticking to our plan to “lose” the pacifers at the beach house, we instead have “lost” the crib.

More accurately, I ordered Mr. Bee to tear it down the minute we were home from vacation so Bee wouldn’t even think about going back in it.

And there you have it. My little girl, my little baby, is now officially in her big girl bed.

So why am I the one who feels like having the tantrum?

R.I.P. Crib. Hopefully we will need you again soon.

R.I.P. Crib. Hopefully we will need you again soon.

Song title: My Daughter’s Growing Up by Bill Engvall


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