This is a story of a growing pain.
Cora is almost too tall for her cot, being close to 90cm in height. So we decided it was time to get her a big girl's bed. We headed to a shop not far from our house in the middle of hurricane Emma on a bike (no kidding, the wind was so strong that day but we didn't realise it was actually a hurricane). We found a lovely little toddler bed and we decided to order it. Happiness is shopping done within 30 minutes like that.
On Friday we received a call that our bed is ready to be picked up, and on Saturday morning Chris rented a car to pick it up.
That was the start of the nightmare that the bed is, beginning from missing 14 plugs and screws, wooden plugs that are the wrong sizes, screw holes that just didn't lined up (later we found that's because we've got all the parts for different size beds), and they even managed to give us the wrong size of mattress. Very annoyed and on the brink of tossing the whole thing into the dump outside, Chris packed up everything and headed back to the shop today (they were closed on Sunday and Monday) and just asked to have the one they have as a show model in the shop in addition of asking for a 30% discount for that one. He came back home with a complete built in bed with correct size mattres. Happy ending?
No. Even the built-in version of the bed was missing one bolt and had one botched beam.
After five trips to-and-fro the shop and countless phone calls, we finally able to build the bed properly with all the right parts intact and get that into Cora's bedroom.
At least the little girl appreciates all the efforts. She loves her new bed and was very enthusiastic about getting on it. She didn't have any problem at all going to bed in it this evening. I'm wondering what's going to happen tomorrow when she wakes up. Will she climbed down and come to our room?
Anyway, the new bed looks lovely in her bedroom. Even after all the trouble I was quite proud we didn't just give up and buy something convenient from IKEA (though convenient it would have been!). I'm happy that we've decided on a junior bed and not a full size twin bed, since it would take so much space in her room which means less play space for her. In the mean time we've already found someone who'd buy Cora's old cot who'll pick it up this weekend.
More pictures of Cora's big girl room. The last pictures were taken in the dark just after the goodnight kiss (you can see she's trying hard to pretend to sleep without grinning). After the pictures were taken, more kisses were given, and mummy left her on her own, Cora fell asleep in minutes (even though I have no idea how many minutes exactly does it take for her to fall asleep).
*Schlake schlake: Cora-speak for sleeping


