Back when I was pregnant, Nathan and I purchased an entire set of nursery furniture from K-mart. We pretty much knew we were only going to have one kid and figured the furniture had to be functional and safe but not necessarily of boutique quality. For around $600 we bought the crib, changing table, amoire and rocker with ottoman.
At first we thought we’d see how far we could get with the furniture before it fell apart. The crib can convert to a toddler bed and then to a regular size bed by attaching the back panel to a bed frame. We picked up a free bed frame from someone at work and were just going to go that route with a new mattress and box spring.
Well, the time has come to move Autumn into her “big girl” bed and our plans have changed. We are now going to take my old bedroom set from my parents’ house and sell the nursery furniture. I’m kind of torn about this. On the one hand, I really like the furniture because it’s a warm oak color that really goes well with the room. I assembled each piece of that furniture when I was seven months pregnant and have fond memories of putting that whole nursery together.
On the other hand, it really is cheap furniture. The drawers stick on both the amoire and the changing table and I can’t imagine struggling with them for the next however many years they hold up. My old bedroom set is quality stuff. My parents bought me the bed when I was a kid, but the rest of the pieces were my mother’s when she was a kid. So you know that’s going to last awhile longer. Plus there’s the whole legacy thing and the “ahh” factor my mother would get every time she sees her old furniture in her granddaughter’s bedroom.
Of course I haven’t addressed the part of this whole thing that really gets me. How can my child possibly be ready for a regular bed?











I'm Heather. I live in Michigan with my husband and daughter and maintain this little enterprise while working full time and attending grad school part time. Don't ask me how I do it because I really couldn't tell you.





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They don’t stay little long enough…
I know.. My oldest is in 9th grade! I still don’t know where the time has gone. He’s almost too tall for his “big boy bed”!
xo
LBC
Aren’t milestones bitter-sweet?
Just be prepared for some humor. The first night Squeaks was in her big girl bed, she got out and then couldn’t figure out how to get back in. I found her standing up with her head on the bed, sleeping. It was so cute and sad, all at the same time!
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