Big Girls Don't Cry

What do you get when you have a toddler who is ready for a "big girl" bed, but parents who aren't? You get a bed that ends up looking something like this:

Totally mismatched, stuffed animals everywhere, with a pillow that up until an hour ago was mine. I knew the bed was coming, and I knew my parents were coming down here, but somehow I just never put together that the bed was coming with them today.

So we will be going bed-in-a-bag shopping, because as much as I have no qualms about "recycling" linens and things -- I mean, seriously, the sheets were my parents and both the Garfield (TM) comforter and the matching plush that is as big as my head were my husband's once -- exactly nothing matches the Lily-Pulitzer-esque pink-and-green color palette of the rest of the room.

And while Shae is clearly ready to move on up to the East Side:

Mommy? Won't get a wink of sleep until everything matches just so. Freak.

PS -- No, not pinkeye, just a weird trick of the camera.
PPS -- She doesn't even know who Garfield is; he's just a cat to her.