Poor Penelope. At 16 months old the child finally got a real crib of her own.
For the first three months of her life Penelope slept in several different bassinets and pack 'n plays (usually ending up in our bed at some point in the night) while we did some traveling to visit family before finally landing in Germany.
Given that our first place of residence in Germany was a dorm, poor Penelope's bed was this awful institutional-like crib in desperate need of a coat of paint. Penelope didn't seem to mind.
When we moved into our apartment in Heidelberg, Penelope slept in this crib. It was miniature by U.S. standards, but at least it was new. It started out right next to our beds in the only bedroom, but after one too many sleepless nights Penelope kicked us out and our beds got moved into the living room.
But now Penelope has a big crib to call her own and a nursery to go with it. No more white, empty walls or plain, white bedding.
We finally have a place to put all of the special things Penelope has received since she was born.
Penelope's crib has become her favorite place to chill. When she's tired or having a hard time calming down or just in need of some "me" time, she begs to be lifted up into her crib. A few minutes with her blanket, pacifier, and stuffed friends makes everything all better.
In a few months the crib will have to be converted to a toddler bed, but for now, it is the perfect place for little P to drift off to dreamland.
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