It's apparent he's officially a big boy now

I used to think toddler beds were silly. I mean, why not just put a side rail on a regular twin bed and save yourself the trouble of having to buy two beds?

Then we moved into a two-bedroom house with a small second bedroom. We have two boys who need to sleep in there. A toddler bed it is.

Such realizations regarding my pre-children notions are quickly becoming a frequent occurence around here.

On Sunday night, my mother-in-love and I spent ten hours a while putting together Troy's "big boy bed." After multiple attempts and having to take it apart again a time or two (how hard can it BE?? Ridiculously hard, obviously.) we had on our hands a little boy quite eager to hop into bed. He would have slept in his clothes if we'd let him.



Oh, the anticipation!

Oh, the EXCITEMENT!

Of course he had to wear his "Cars" jammies to match his "Cars bed."


He quickly hopped into bed, we prayed, turned on his music, and kissed him goodnight.

John's mom and I went downstairs with Merritt and waited, expecting to see a little blonde head peeking out from around the staircase at any moment.

Apparently the Big Boy Bed held more fascination than the possibility of freedom, because the little blonde head never appeared.

I did, however, go in to check on him later, discovering a whole new assortment of stuffed animals on his bed, different from those that had surrounded him when I tucked him in.

Now how exactly did THAT happen, li'l boy? I suppose they all sprouted legs and decided the Cars bed looked pretty comfy, too?

But, all in all, the first night was a complete success.

We all slept soundly and Troy woke up a chipper little fella bright and early the next morning.

The SECOND night, on the other hand...

Let's just say I had another realization about this parenthood thing.

The novelty of such things as new beds wears off. Quickly.

Here's hoping for at least a couple hours of sleep tonight. And some sleep for my mother-in-love while she's flying home today. After last night, we're both going to need it.