Yes, yes, long absence, life = busy, blah di blah, no one cares.
FIRST OF ALL: Whoa, was I wrong about the deodorant thing. Apparently many of you love the advanced solid, which, although it -- to me -- appears to be crafted of lies, apparently is amazing! Live and learn, I suppose.
Moving along to other topics about which I clearly know nothing, what age is too old to still have your child in a crib?
I ask, because, well, some decisions in life get made for you. (I'm not pregnant! Hear me out here:) Like, say, if you decide to have two children literally two years apart, your older child is going to have to transfer from a crib to a bed fairly quickly, so the baby has a place to sleep. And you'll be lucky, in that he comes to this decision on his own, and with minimal fuss, but still--point is, you didn't really need to THINK about it, you know?
Then there are the other types of decisions, the ones where you get reality slapped into you, and you have to really start weighing things, and making lists of pros and cons. Like, say, if you happen to caaaaaasually mention in conversation with a relative that the "baby" -- your daughter, now two-and-a-half -- is still sleeping in a crib, and you get a HORRIFIED, BOSCH-PAINTING-LIKE TWISTED LOOK OF HORROR in return.
I had not really seen this as a big deal. Apparently it..is?
The thing is, Lo is...spirited. She reminds me a lot of my brother Goose, when he was little. Goose, who was known around our neighborhood as "Trouble," or alternately, "that perpetually naked child riding around on the Big Wheel." (As you can imagine, he loves being reminded of this.) She's a kid who gets syrup in her hair seven seconds after it's washed, then proceeds to remove her pants and do somersaults in the dining room whilst holding a princess doll. I am not making any of this up. See?
Me: J, am I making any part of that sentence up?
J: You forgot the part where she's singing The Backyardigans theme song while she's doing the somersaults.
So, yeah. Add the singing to that, and you get a general idea of things. We're...skittish, and that's putting it charitably. I think our hesitance may in part be due to our experience with giving her a bed trial period this summer on vacation, or as I refer to it, "the week we all got woken up at basically 4 AM every day -- FOR THE DAY -- by the Rooster Child and sort of wanted to die, or at the very least, mainline espresso." Coupled with that, she likes sleeping in a crib. Whenever we return from weekends away, you can almost SEE the look of relief on her wee face as she swan dives into it.
So, what to do? On one hand, I know she's HAPPY in the crib, and we're happy not getting woken up when farmhands do, but on the other hand, I don't want to turn around and find myself the unwitting star of some freak-ass TLC Show called, like, Crib Moms or something, where moms...keep their teens in cribs. While hoarding coupons. Or something.
When did you move your kid(s) to a bed? Any and all advice is welcome!