The Big Boy Bed
Last Sunday we made the big switch.
The move from the crib to the Big Boy Bed.
The first night went incredibly well. He slept right through the night, and around 6:30-ish the following morning I woke to hear a faint, baffled “Mama? Mama?!” Then silence, a soft thud, and quick little padding feet as he scurried down the hall from his room to ours. Then there he was, his little face beside our bed, peering up at me, as he bellowed “DERE’S my Mama!”
So that worked.
The last few nights haven’t gone as well, but that has nothing to do with the new bed. He’s cutting another molar, and Shane has never teethed with any shred of grace or dignity. So he’s been waking again & again & again over the past few nights, needing my husband or I to help him settle back down into sleep. *sigh*
Regardless of how he’s sleeping at night, he’s beyond thrilled with his big boy bed. The other night, this little boy who has always needed to be rocked to sleep, pushed his way out of my arms as I was nursing him before bed, exclaimed “Han ‘eep!” and scrambled up onto his bed, motioning to me to cover him with his blanket. So I did, and I sat with him as he drifted off to sleep on his own.
How did my little guy get to be so big?