I had a plan. I always do. Unfortunately, this plan included an unexpected purchase. We were switching the furniture between our two rooms, taking the smaller room for ourselves and putting Rooke's crib and the guest bed in the larger room. Our crib, which was given to us used, couldn't handle the move. To make the story simple, too many screws were stripped in the process and the crib quickly became an unsafe place for any little one to sleep. So down to the dumpster it went. I loved that crib. . . . sigh.
Rooke, on the other hand, doesn't really seem to care. He was fine sleeping in his pack-n-play and hung out with his book for a bit this morning while we finished up moving things around.
