A Big Boy Bed

We sort of built up the idea. The box arrived and sat in a corner until time to assemble. New sheets and pillowcases were ordered. The crib was taken upstairs for the baby.

Would this next level be accepted or rejected? Would he miss the security of what he was used to or would the new bed be received as a sign of being a big boy?

With all the changes of a new baby would Jack feel he was being replaced or “losing” parts of himself?

Not at all. He loves the new dino sheets and the independence that comes with being a big boy. At night he runs to settle into bed while we read stories. Before turning off the light we turn on a turtle light projector that splays stars on the ceiling and put a card in his Yoto player, with bedtime stories. Thankfully he falls right to sleep.

Mainly because he is growing out of the afternoon nap. We’ll still put him down after lunch with high hopes. We’ll do the whole routine and close the shades and turn off the light. On the monitor we can see him get out of his toddler bed and gather up books to “read” or bring into bed a basket of dinosaurs that take up precious mattress real estate. He’s up and down, gathering, tossing, singing, not sleeping. About forty-five minutes later he’ll open the door, come out to the hallway, and announce I’ve had a good nap.

So much for that. We’ve now lost those 2 hours we could count on to get things done. The changes that accompany change.

not the real bed