Here’s a little sneak peak of our bedroom, which we’ve been working on a bit over the past few months. It’s finally looking like a grown-up bedroom. We got a new bed frame, new mattress (king!), some awesome pillows and a tapestry from my mother-in-law, and a rug will be delivered any day now. But do you notice something not so grown up ? Yes, that’s our child’s crib. And that’s our child, who is about to turn one and a half in a couple days.
My family and friends have been telling me for months I need to get her into her own bedroom, stat. And my entire life I scoffed at the idea of having my kid in my room with me. Yeah I thought I knew everything about having kids when I didn’t have one. We’ve made progress, though! We’ve gone from having her IN the bed most of the night, to just part of the night, and now, she usually sleeps through the night in her crib. So it seems to be a good time to transition her into her own room, right?
Right, only I can’t stand the idea of her not being there when we wake up. Her room is downstairs! And she’s so schnoogely in the morning—even though her favorite word upon awakening is DADDY. I’m OK with that. But there is the matter of ROMANCE to be addressed. That room has seen very little of it in the past year and a half. Let’s just say the husband is finally willing to see how she’ll do in her own room.
Anyone have experience with this kind of transition? Any tips or tricks? How did it go?? Wish us luck.