Painting Day: part 4. Moving Day!

Well, today accidentally turned into Moving Day!!!

After a very long day of recovery and 4 hours of writing a 12 pape research paper, I started cleaning up the paint supplies. Quinn came downstairs and saw me take off the tape and plastic and move her new crib back into the corner.

That was all it took. Her eyes lit up! She wanted to be in that bed, and the emotionally for her the move was complete. No balloons. No Party. No new P.J.'s.

I put her in the new crib. She jumped up and down, pretended to go to sleep, and asked for her Dog-dog. So we marched up stairs, found the dog and the passey and packed a few bags. We grabbed her special blankets, some books, some diapers, some pants and a pair of shoes, and within a few minutes she was moved in. (No furniture yet...)

There is no door, no molding, and only one window with glass in it. (The other one has boards up until the new windows arrive.) The walls are gross (but painted) and the outlets have no covers. But let me tell you, that is her room, and she is sticking to it. I even brought down the old shower rod and blanket that we use to black out the windows in her nursery. I installed the old contraption in the new room. It's ghetto... but it's home.

She took a bath with major bubbles, and when she was done, Tim took her down to her new room to get her ready for bed like it was old hat. Then we brought her back up stairs, and I made another notch on the back of the nursery door to indicate her height: Kristie Quinn, 25 and a half months, First Night in her Big Girl Room!

Then we put her in the new crib, sang our normal songs, said a prayer, and said Good Night.

She stayed quiet for awhile until I started making tortillas and cheese for me and Tim for dinner. I went down to see what was the matter. She looked at me and said, "I eat cheese too Mommy." Oops! Turns out in all the excitement, I forgot to feed her dinner. How on earth she knew we were eating cheese I will never know. I brought her some cheese, and Tim feed her a yogurt in her bed.

We haven't heard from her since.

And with that our baby became a big girl.