We removed the crib from Nate's room on Monday. He's 2 years 3 months, and I caught him climbing into the crib, was afraid what would happen if he climbed out. I got him a cute little toddler bed, but he wiggles too much in his sleep, he would fall off of it and wake up several times a night. (it's only a few inches high, not tall enough to hurt him, but enough to wake him - and yes, we had the rails up). I was debating what to do with the toddler bed since it wasn't working, and Ken solved the problem for me by sitting on it - toddler beds are made to support toddlers, not adults. I seem to have bad luck with toddler beds. When Alex graduated from the crib, I got him one of those big racecar beds and decorated his room to match with checkered flag curtains and all. After two weeks of sleeping on it, my back was killing me. (because my 15 month old would not stay in bed unless mommy was there with him)
So, twin mattress on the floor it is, until he's big enough for a bed. I'm happy to have the space the crib occupied for toys and organization, all my extra wire cubes are coming in handy for toys. But I'm sad to see the crib go. I loved the crib set so much, it was so cute. My baby is NOT a baby any more. I don't want to wish away a second of his childhood, but I would not complain if diapers went next . . .