Tennessee has been sleeping in his Big Boy Bed (if I was in a band, this would be the name of our next album) for four nights now. After two terrible falling out of bed in the middle of the night incidents with Lucy, Kenneth and I got smart. Tennessee’s big boy bed is frameless for the moment. He is rockin’ it First Apartment style with a mattress on the floor. Tacky, tacky, I know, but try explaining a second (why I didn’t ditch the bed frame after the first time is still a mystery to me) broken clavicle to the pediatrician sometime. I guarantee you will be dismantling your kids super cute bed frame quicker than you can say Tylenol with Codeine.
I kept putting off the Big Boy Bed, as the containment aspects of the crib are wonderful. The first morning I woke up at 4:57 AM to little boy breathe in my face whispering “Can I have thome thereal?” That wasn’t great, but after some explaining and glaring, he has been staying in bed until after 6:00. (Unfortunately, 6:00 AM is now luxuriously late in the morning to me.) In general, the B.B.B. is working out just fine. When I went to check on the kids before I went to bed last night, it kind of broke my heart. His little blonde head peeping out the top of his zany animal comforter, his little night stand. The baby days are coming to a close for this mama.
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