The "that" was a teething guard for my little toothless wonder's crib rails. Little did I know that a few short months later I'd be kicking myself. Here's a sampling of one of Miss Thing's crib rails
All four sides of her crib had varying degrees of little teeth marks. The whole situation was making me sick. Dave and I had spent so much time redoing her room and her crib looked like a pack of wild dogs had had their way with it. We debated back and forth about what to do with yet another thing that had become the victim of Bam-Bam. I mean, really how much longer was she even going to be in a crib? Why not just make due? Well, after living in denial for a few months thinking that surely around her second birthday, just a few short months away, she'd be ready for a big girl bed I came to my senses. The many security breaches, the boundless energy, and the curiosity that she so honestly gets from her father brought me back to reality. Why should I rush her into a big girl bed ? Icie hasn't even attempted getting out of her crib yet. The crib and her Pack and Play are my only senses of security when I'm here alone with her. I know I can go to the bathroom or take the garbage out and by plopping her in one of the two she's happy as long as she has a few toys.
After weighing all these things out and checking a few websites, all I can say is; THANK GOD FOR IKEA! Yesterday we purchased Miss Thing this gem with teething guards all for $115! That includes the conversion kit to make this dandy a toddler bed.