Thursday, March 10, 2011

Nothin' But Big Boys

Today was The Day.  It was the The Day Liam has been bugging me about all week.  The Day he was so excited about he practically vibrated through a wall this morning.

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.


  1. Can you take one side off Jamie's crib? We did that with both kids as a transition (See? It's a crib! With an open side like a bed!) Well, actually Riley knocked the side off and THEN we decided that it was a good idea, but that's Riley for you... We pretended that it was our idea when it was Piper's turn.

  2. I'm not sure if that would work with our crib. We have a double drop side crib and if we take one of the sides off, it might get a little rickety, ya know?

    I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it was a function of the fact that he only got a 30 min nap at daycare yesterday. When he's that overtired, it's really no surprise that a big change like that didn't really go over. When we did this with Liam, his first foray into being in a bed was during nap. That seemed to make bedtime more palatable.

  3. FWIW, I slept in that bottom bunk whenever I stayed over at Grandma's. The top bunk was usually filled with stuff (wrapping paper, etc.), but sometimes G'ma would clear it off if, say, Jim was coming to visit.

    Point is, it's nothing like a coffin. It's cozy, even if you're a "husky" high-school kid.

  4. Just wanted to clarify that my "not a coffin" comment is almost entirely based on fond family memories. The bunk bed, in case it's not clear, is a hand-me-down from my deceased Grandma; it used to be my uncle's, and I slept in the bottom bunk when I stayed with my Grandma and Granddad.