growing up

I found out the hard way this weekend that it was time that Rebecca graduated from her crib.  She went in bed for her nap on Friday during the garage sale, and we were outside manning the sale for an hour or so.  My mom went in to check the monitor and saw the lights going up, which meant she was making noise (our monitor is on it's last leg and doesn't make sound any more, so we rely on the lights to tell us when she's awake!).  She came out to tell me, so I went in to see what was wrong (it really was too early for her to be awake).  She was crying and crying, saying she had to go potty.  But she had already gone in her pants....  Who knows how long the poor girl had been standing there, first calling for me, then crying because she was all wet.  I felt awful that we hadn't heard her.  

So I got her out, washed her up, changed her clothes and the sheets, took her "Pinky" down to get washed (this is what she started calling her special pink blanket a couple of weeks ago....her Pinky), and calmed her down.  Poor little thing.  

So, needless to say, it was time to let her get out of bed to go potty when necessary.  We hadn't done it earlier because she slept so well in the crib and I didn't want to mess with a good thing.  And she doesn't normally wake up and have to go.  But it was time.

So here's my girl in her "new" bed (really just the same bed with the front taken off to make it a toddler bed).  Sniff, sniff!  She's not a baby anymore.

Don't you love all of her finery?  She put that on this morning.  Rachel is rubbing off on her and she's playing dress up a little more these days.  She said she put it on "so I could be PWETTY!"

So there's my PWETTY girl.  Growing up way too fast.