I don't know what I was thinking. I got in one of those whirlwind moods yesterday and spun through Ethan's room with relentless, emotionless fervor. Baby toys are out. I packed up a storage box full of them.
I also did another round of toy box clearing, and since last time Ethan has managed to sneak in a bunch more of his Favorite Crap: the chewed up nub of an old Nylabone, two broken computer mouses (mice?), an almost-empty tube of hand lotion, various and sundry bits of paper and cardboard, a hairbrush, four toothbrushes, and the annihilated stuffed animal formerly known as Blue Cow. Where once there was a dopey, smiling cow visage there is now only fiberfill gruesomely fluffing out the face hole. (Cody is responsible. I'm not raising a sociopath.)
So after doing all that it suddenly made perfect sense to me to go ahead and convert the crib into the toddler bed. It was a combination of things, really. First, a friend in work is transitioning her little boy who's a couple months younger than Ethan into a Big Boy Bed in anticipation of his baby brother's arrival and need of a crib. Second, Ethan was measuring things yesterday and I decided to measure him, only to discover that he's just an inch shy of being Too Big according to crib safety regulations. Finally, I like to make transitions quick and pain
Something about Ethan pounding on the door crying after Noah tucked him in told me the timing was off. I tried to settle him on my lap on the couch, but there was something about That Dreadful Bed he just couldn't stand. I told him he could watch some TV with us, but he kept popping up to retrieve his stuffed animals (holding up index finger, saying "batte" [I'll be right back]) until they were all safely with him and not alone in That Dreadful Bed. So at 9 last night Noah and my Dad and Ethan deconverted the bed back into the crib.
He slept like a baby.
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Such is life.
You'll feel nostalgic about it when he leaves it anyhow.
"slept like a baby" -- brilliant. you are such a writer.
Tommy slept with 27 animals, all of whom had names (you know, until high school). He went from a crib to a bunk bed that still had rails around three sides, so the animals wouldn't fall out. Maybe that's Ethan's concern, looking out for others?
sorry, meant to include my name, anonymous lisa
We took the side off of our crib and used a bed rail on that side for safety with our daughter. Big girl bed but it was still her crib. Worked for us. She loved the freedom though of getting in and out of it herself and visited us a few times in the beginning. Good Luck!
I was lucky with my lad, I switched him, but used a bed side guard, thus still have a mini-crib effect, bars of some sort. Worked for me, although I did get terrbible rib bruising from resting on it to read to him. Took me about a month to work that one out. I. Am. That. Sharp.
Oh my. I thought the only trouble you would have would have been him getting out of the bed. I never dreamed he would not LIKE the bed. Too funny about your dad and husband putting the bed back together. At least you got some sleep. I use to say this to myself all the time when my son was young...This To Shall Pass...and it worked. He is 15 yrs. old and a joy. LOL!
You know, I can't even recall if there was any big issues concerning crib-to-bed with my two. All I remember is that one day they were snug in a crib, the next day jumping off the top bunk, giving their father and I heart attacks. Where does the time go???
You'll know when the time is right - like when you hear the thump of him climbing out! My girls transitioned easily at about 2-1/2 years old. The boys climbed out earlier (Jason wasn't even 2) and there was a LOT of nonsense at bedtime for the next two months with each of them. My advice (not that you asked!) would be to enjoy that crib as long as you can :)
To All—We've decided to leave it alone for a while. This boy is doing awesome in so many ways, including potty training, why rush? Like I said, I don't know what came over me.
Eh, this is just what happens when you decide to stay at/work from home. You're all, "I NEED TO CHANGE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE CHANGED." Then the urge fades. Soon you'll forget that there are pants without elastic waists. (A good thing. Really.)
So impressed by the early potty training, btw.
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