Anyway. I remember the day we brought Fern home and placed her inside her new cot. She looked so TINY and it seemed to swallow her up...
But the damdest thing about babies is that they grow, and before I knew it I was raising sides and lowering mattresses and then suddenly little Elliott was on his way and it was time.
But before I could work myself into a slather about finding the perfect little girl's bed... it found me.
And once again, it was Lesley my magical-mother-in-law who came through with the goods. She was moving some furniture out to make a sewing room and would I like to use the antique-looking cream wrought-iron day bed for Fern? Um.... do you deliver??
And here it is. With a brand new mattress which we bought over the weekend and which makes the bed about 40ft off the floor! (not a problem, we've got a safety rail installed and besides, she prefers to yell out rather than attempt to climb out herself anyways!)
What do you think? I just love it. In fact, I want it for myself! I bought that duvet cover over the weekend, it was on sale for - like - $60, can you believe? Unfortunately, I don't have a long shot of the bed because underneath is a mattress and a whole heap of junk which I get around to cleaning up at some point. And my teeny tiny baby girl? She loves it too. In fact, last night she asked to go to bed. That says a lot. Plus, she thinks it's her new 'jumpy jumpy':
I'm happy Fern is happy. But a little bit sad that its the end of an era. Why can't they stay babies just a little bit longer? Still, I can't wait to curl up reading stories together; no doubt it will be a little comfier than it was in her cot!
