Today was Bed Delivery Day.
Scot and I came to the conclusion that it was time to purchase a twin bed for Jamie. I was kind of hoping to hold out a few more months but his sleep has been getting steadily worse and I had a sneaking suspicion that being in the crib was part of the problem. The simple fact is the kid is huge and there is only so much room in the standard size crib.
Since I was tired of being awoken in the night by a cranky kid who just needed to be rocked for a minute or two, I carved out time in our schedule last weekend to hit the mall and buy a bed. Last weekend? Everyone and their entire extended family was at the mall. Holy insane madhouse, Batman. BUT, we got the bed.
Liam's bed, on the other hand, is part of a bunk bed set and we always said that when he was old enough (ie, not falling out of bed at night) we'd set up the upper bunk for him. It only made sense to buy a mattress for the top bunk of his bed while we were getting one for Jamie. So, that's what we did.
Around noon today, the delivery truck arrived (and left a GIANT rut in my lawn, grr!) to drop off our purchases. The frame for the top bunk of Liam's bed was all set up and Jamie's room was rearranged to accomodate putting his mattress set on the floor.
It's so awesome, Mom!
Ready for Moose Man
Hey, why is my crib over there?!
Oh nothing. Just chillin' in my new bed.
Liam was pretty excited to sleep up on his top bunk tonight. I can't really blame him for that because that bottom bunk feels like a coffin to me. But, I guess when you're a skinny little 6 year old - not so much.
Jamie seemed really excited about the whole thing. He got up and down off the bed. He flopped over on his pillows and cuddled with his stuffed monkey, George. He was digging it.
Right up until it came time to tuck him into bed. Then, it grew crocodile teeth that were surely going to swallow him whole. He didn't even want to set a toe on that thing much less lay his head on a pillow. He kept pointing at the crib. So I put him in the crib. (Glad I left that up, by the way.) He immediately stood up and got pissy. So I took him out.
We danced this ridiculous little dance for several minutes until I figured out that we had to sit down and rock in the rocking chair again before he would consent to being put to bed. In the crib.
This kid has GOT to learn to talk. Yes, I'm aware I will one day curse myself for typing that last sentence.
So, we got all of his things transferred back to the crib, sat down and had a snuggle and a rock, and then I tucked him in. BAM. Out like a light. I'm just super excited we spent all that money on bed that is going to eat him alive.
I'm hoping that it will get easier for him. We'll try again at nap tomorrow. He didn't sleep well at daycare today and he was way overtired at bedtime so I'm sure that played into what was going on. As usual, my stubborn little clone is making life interesting.
And Liam? He plopped into that bunk with nary a backward glance. Maybe he'll sleep past 7 am for once.
I'm not holding my breath.