Bear’s out of the crib and Lincoln says, “Night Night!”

Following closely in his big brothers footsteps Bear begged to stay in the crib FOREVER.  Having already been through this and seen the light on the other side we didn’t sweat it.  Thankfully, Jackson has broken us in (on so many levels but that’s another topic entirely) on this and we felt confident that we wouldn’t be assembling the crib at freshman orientation at college.  So, we let him decide when he wanted to move out.  Of course this crib was so old (seriously from the early 80’s) and literally illegal to use (because of the dreaded drop side) so we tried to steer him to a bigger bed when he turned 4.  Our suggestions were to no avail until I saw a groupon for a tent that goes over a twin mattress.  I bought the cheap tent and was super nostalgic remembering my tent which was My Little Pony and how much Jenna and I loved those tents.  Anyway, Bear agreed to move the crib mattress into the tent and let us throw away (seriously, it’s illegal to do anything else with it) the crib that is almost as old as me.

So without further ado, here’s Baron holding Baron puppy of course, in his crib (which mind you is missing one side) for the very last time.

And in other news, on March 20th (Nana’s birthday) Lincoln (at 20 months old) said basically his first real word with out being prompted.  He said, “night night” as we were putting him to bed.  Yay for milestones!