And Then We Were Cribless

Well after six years and three kids, we are now officially a cribless household.

I don't even know what to say besides whoa. I can barely remember life without a crib in my house. I just... I mean... I don't... whoa.

(It has been a week since we moved her. Besides the normal drunk-on-freedom emptying of drawers and dumping of book bins, and a few nighttime spills, Charlotte is doing pretty okay in her new bed. As if she's a real toddler who belongs in a bed instead of a crib, which is weird because she was just born and is clearly STILL MY BABY. *sob*)

Love you, night night.