Missing the Crib

No this post isn't about missing any of our past "cribs." None of mine could compare to those of MTV's. This is simply the sadness that waxes strong in my heart for that period of time when you child is still a baby. But that is only one of the things I miss. She's moved up in society and now sleeps in her hand-me-down Mimmu Sloan big girl bed. She's discovered that she can come and go at any time, but mostly in the early dawn hours when we're finally getting some good sleep. She'll quietly come in and as she is standing only a few inches or less from my face will say, "I'm all done Mama." This is usually followed up by her first request of the day which could be anything from toast or markers to Mike Wazowski from Monsters, Inc. I then follow that up with something like, "Here's a pillow you can lay on the floor next to my bed, and be quiet its still night time." If I didn't fear what she might do to the rest of the house, I'd probably lock my bedroom door.

Waking up early isn't anything new for her, its just that before she slept in a cage and we'd ignore her long enough that she'd go back to sleep for another hour or so and then we'd let her out. Now that she is free she's very willing to invite any and all to lay with her on her bed to watch a movie on "the DVD" (the portable DVD player). She also recognizes that at night she can put on her sad face and request "snuggles." This makes it hard to say no and we usually read a book or two and call it night. I'm sure over time I won't miss the crib so much.

These pictures are from the first time I put Noelle in her crib. She liked it so much that her feet were going crazy with excitement.