A couple weeks ago in a fit of spring cleaning, Kevin and I were on a mission to spruce up and rearrange the rooms in our home. I set about on the nursery certain that was a room I could handle on my own. However, as I shoved the crib out the way to mop underneath the stinkin' thing fell apart. Leaving us to wonder how one of the most expensive pieces of furniture we've bought in our married life, assuming it met upmost safety standards for our three little babes could possibly fall apart. Anyway, instead of heading to the store for new hardware to hold it together we decided it was time for Gibson to graduate to his toddler bed. Many months ahead of schedule we hauled it out of the basement.