From putting it together and laying her in it those first few months.

To the challenges of keeping her in it once she could come and go as she pleases.

To a bed she will grow up in for years and years to come.
The foot rail still has her bite marks. I still remember the day she decided to bite her crib. We'd been to Mommy and Me swim lessons that morning. Then we stopped by a going away breakfast for a friend where I gave her her first fruit smoothie. When we got home, I layed her down for a nap thinking she'd be tired. Instead the was wired and kept herself occupied by biting her crib.



