On Sunday afternoon, I was on a mission to conquer our laundry, get it folded and put away in closets. This required Elizabeth to entertain herself while I folded, folded and folded. We were in the extra bedroom upstairs which will soon be her bedroom. I had numerous toys and books on the floor for her. She was more energized by pulling clothes off the bed and out of baskets that I had folded and shaking them out or tossing them on the floor. In an attempt to distract her, I opened the closet and put toys in there to play with as a different place she hadn’t been. Instead, Elissa found the baby crib in the closet and thought it would be a good place to play. She pushed it out of the closet and did her best begging, yanking on my pants leg. Before letting her go in I grabbed the camera because I remember one of the last time’s she slept in the crib and was already too big for it. I couldn’t imagine how she would fill it now. (And hopefully not break the antique crib!) After playing in it, Elissa determined Pooh Bear and her favorite blanket (which was made for me by my Great Grandma Esther) were a better fit. How do I get out of here?