Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Switching From The Crib To A Big Bed

We recently switched our youngest, third and last child, from her crib to a toddler size bed. She hadn't been sleeping well and was fighting going to sleep, so I decided she needed a change (or more so that I needed sleep). When we switched our oldest from a crib to a big bed, I was sad. With my middle I was relieved because he was safe (he began climbing out of his crib at 11 months old and I would fret every night that he would break his arm). With this one, I was super excited to chronicle the experience of switching to a big girl bed.

See, switching our oldest was fairly uneventful. He listened well and did as he was told ("stay in your bed, it's time for sleeping" and he did just that). Switching our middle child was FULL of headaches. He wouldn't stay in his bed, took forever to fall asleep, and times that we awoke at 3 a.m. to find every light in the house on and him wandering around. Terrifying and irritating all at the same time.

I know this is a hot subject for mommies with toddlers so I was pretty psyched to chronicle our third's big bed tales as I figured it would be pretty entertaining. So it goes something like this:

 Helping daddy put her bed together.
 Kissing her crib goodbye.

Night 1:

Night 2:

Night 3 looks exactly like the first two, as do naps.

I'm completely bummed I don't have any hysterical tales or horror stories to share. It's been completely uneventful and I'm left feeling gypped that I didn't get to share a fantastically funny story. Although I do feel pretty lucky that number three isn't giving me any grief on this matter and my favorite new morning routine is hearing "mom! Mom! I come out now?" as I watch my bedhead little girl walk smiling through her door.