At 2 years and 2 months he is making the move to a big bed.
The bed is so big, and he is so little. Or so it all appears.
And he is struggling. This change has not come easily. In the middle of the night, for hours (yes hours), he will ask "crib please?" One issue I know is that the crib and his bed are in the same room. We could dismantle the crib, but it will be he and his bed that will shortly (in a weeks time) be moving over into Grace's room. So for the next week, he, his big bed, and his crib, all share a room.
This morning I was so tired I was on the brink of tears. My Mom came and took Grace to school for me, and after a slow period of getting ready, I took the Little Chef outside. It's amazing what fresh air can do to wake one up and brighten the spirit.
And this afternoon, as I type, I want to cry for a whole other reason. The little man is asleep in his bed, with not much of a struggle. And I hope, and pray, that this means that maybe the hardest days of this transition are behind us.
4 comments:
Oh transitions are tough, but you are moving forward. I hope that things go smoothly from here on out.
ohh I hope it is a easier night for you!
Okay this is a little off topic, but I LOVE his blanket! Great job! Hopefully he will get used to his new bed and give you more sleep.
He's still your little boy - no matter what bed he's sleeping in. He'll still be your little boy even when he's all arms and legs and he's gaining on you in height and he understands far more than you ever thought he would at the age he's at. He'll always be your sweet, wild little boy.
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