On, Friday, June 3rd, Mommy put together your big boy bed. A full size bed with super cute truck/car bedding.
You were incredibly excited to see it and immediately climbed up and began jumping and twirling and singing.
On your first night, Mommy crawled into bed with you and read you two books. You wanted Mommy to stay. So I did. I woke up to you tapping my shoulder saying "Mommy, I woke up in my big boy bed, lets get up". It was 7:40am. Good job buddy.
Day two naptime came. I sat in your bed and read you a book and then told you that you could read and play IN your bed, but we need to have quiet time. I heard you horsing around for a bit but then it was quiet. You napped for 2 hours.
Day two bedtime was the same as the first night. Mommy woke up at 11pm and went in her own bed though, instead of staying with you all night.
Day three nap was not such a success. Daddy laid with you (mommy was out running errands) and said you were jumping all over him, so he left you to nap. An hour later, Daddy said you were wandering around upstairs. No nap.
Bedtime that night you were exhausted. So, bath time and then mommy laid with you for 15 minutes, read 2 books and told you that you could continue reading or playing IN your bed and I would check on you in a little bit. 5 minutes later I hear you padding around upstairs. You have to go to the bathroom. You use the bathrom and it's back to bed. I peek up 15-20 minutes later, your light is on. I open the door and tell you lights out, to which you reply "I'm reading and I need the light to see my book". Ok! Lights out when you are done with our book. I checked back in 15 minutes, your light was out and you were quiet.
Day 4, I laid with you for a few minutes and told you that you could read. You turned your light off after 15-20 minutes and were quiet. Naptime at the sitter, no clue how that went.
Day 5. Same routine only you were pretty wound up. You were jumping around and acting like a maniac for what seemed like forever. Mommy and Daddy left and I heard you padding around upstairs after just a few minutes. You had to pee. After your business, you went back to bed. 15 minutes later, you are sitting at the top of the steps calling my name. You want to show me the string you pulled off your jammies. I send you back to bed, only to hear you (fake) crying 10 minutes later. I come in and you tell me you need the yellow duckie from the hanging stuffed animal bin. I gave you the duck and left. I come up to bed at 10:15pm to find you awake with an enormous amount of stuff (everything else from the hanging bin) in your bed reading books. I turn out the light and tell you I am going to bed and not coming back in. You go to sleep. Or, at least I think you do. Sitter...no idea about the nap.
Day six...wound up, acting like a crazee, had to pee, want me to stay, etc. I left after 15 minutes. You screwed around until I came in at 10:15pm. You said you were afraid of the firecrackers. I crawled into bed with you and slept with you until 12:30am. You were up at 6:15am. Nap at the sitter...I think.
Day 7 - had to pee, acting crazy, insisted that I stay after reading. I stayed for 15 minutes. You were up there screwing around for quite some time, I was exhausted and couldn't deal, so I crawled into bed with you. At least that way I knew where you were. Sitter for nap.
Will someone tell me why it was so necessary to get him in a big boy bed? Was three and a month and a half really too old to sleep in a crib? Because we never had sleep issues in the crib. He has been a dream of a sleeper since he was 3 months old. And now I have to deal with this?
MEH. MEH, I say. MEH.
