Cribs are for Babies.

Emmy became very proficient at climbing out of the pack-n-play while we were in California.  So, it was really no surprise when I awoke the morning after our return to Tennessee to Emmy's little face,"Mama, I call for you.  Emmy make noisy.  You didn't come for me.  That makes Emmy sad."  She had already changed into her clothes for the day, and walked out of our room with a noticeable air of confidence as she went to collect her sippy cup of milk.

Emmy took her nap in her sleeping bag on the floor that afternoon, because I didn't want to give her any more opportunities to fall down and break her arm than she already has in a day...

Sleeping Beauty

And as soon as Daddy arrived home from work yesterday evening, he broke out the tools and the crib conversion kit...

Of course, this comes on the eve of Nick's upcoming deployment (doesn't every major life adjustment?)  Last night wasn't terrible with a 930 bedtime and minimal tears...I am hoping that this transition is as smooth as it can possibly be, and feeling so very thankful that we have had two and a half years of Emmy contained in a crib!