I’ve been asked often about big-boy beds. & potty training.
I usually cover my ears & sing “LALALALALALA CANNOT HEAR YOU!” When I’m feeling generous, I answer the questions truthfully, saying that we had no plans for a “big boy bed” until Harrison learned to climb out or turned three. I was in NO rush to uncage the beast & despite walking before ten months, the kid surprisingly stayed (quite happily) confined in his Munire crib.
Until Saturday, when I opened the nursery door to catch the kid just before he hit the floor.
(also, I will be praying for the next week on forgiveness for the words that came out of my mouth in this moment)
I put the kid back in the crib, stepped back with my camera ready, & the picture to the left happened. AS HE LAUGHED. So I took out the bumper to remove his leverage, & my spider-monkey skills caught the kid again.
It was time to face the music.
Toddler bed time.
I texted my husband & he’s like, “Oh, geez. Hey! Check out the deer on the fourth green!” & I’m all ::headdesk:: So I sat Harrison down with some books & juice, dug out the trusty old Allen wrench, & got to work removing the front of the crib. Trying not to cry the entire time because didn’t I just put this crib together? Wasn’t it just yesterday that he laid there swaddled, only 8 lbs of delicious baby pudge?
The first night went about how I expected. I am pretty convinced he spent the night sleeping by the door rather than in his bed (we’re those mean parents that closed our kid in his room) & we had three wake-ups of crying. Nap time was much better – I’m pretty sure he stayed in bed, but he definitely did not sleep as long as usual. Last night, he was sacked ON THE BED! at 10pm, but up at 4am. Which means that I am pouring an extra cup of coffee in the office today. Will he just naturally learn to stay in his bed? Do I need to invest in ties or handcuffs?
He’s also cutting his fourth & final incisor, so there’s that. We had to go inside when he refused to stay in the yard on Saturday, despite his screams. & we started the battle of feet on the kitchen table yesterday as well, which means that toddlerhood? It is here like a hurricane. Complete with the inability to eat anything but ham & chicken nuggets & epic meltdowns when his mean momma won’t let him play in the thunder & rain.
Despite this? I’m still totally digging this age. He’s all kinds of awesome with making animal sounds & asking to color & leaning over to smush your face when you ask for a kiss.
oh, what’s that you say? Potty training? LALALALALALALALA I CANNOT HEAR YOU.