Into A Big(ger) Bed

Last night I put Little Miss down for bed and she just kept fussing and fussing. This isn't very typical of her, she's really not that noisy of a baby. It occurred to me that her bed is getting to be too small and with the amount that she moves around she must be ready for a change. After The Boy and Miss Thing had been down for a good hour I snuck in their room and pulled the port-a-crib out of their closet. I set that up in our room, laid her down and she chatting for a few minutes and then drifted off to la la land.

This packing up the cradle is playing on my heartstrings a bit. I will not be getting rid of said cradle (sorry Amy, hello?! Both mine and my mother's babies slept in that thing. You just don't go dumping stuff like that), it will be taken apart and put up in the attic until who knows when. Everyone tells me how "tiny" she is but when she is laying there in that cradle she doesn't look so small. I'm not ready to put her in the big crib yet, first of all I don't trust "The Noisies" sleeping in the same room as her, not yet anyway. I'm sure we'll get there eventually but I have to take these things in baby steps. This, I know, is all much more for my sake than hers. Somehow knowing this is my last baby makes me wish she wouldn't grow up so fast. At the same time I know the "fun part" is right around the corner and I can't wait to experience that with her.