So, last week Cole discovered that he could climb out of his crib. Couple this with the fact that he has discovered the "stall tatic" and bed time has become quite an adventure to say the least.
After spending a few nights taking an hour + to put him to sleep with multiple crib escapes, Jess and I decided to see if the excitement of a new "Big Boy Bed" might solve the problem. So we bought this fancy new bed at IKEA.
200 parts later, Daddy made the bed and Cole is very excited. Still took over an hour to get him to sleep, but we don't have to worry about him falling far from the bed to the floor. (The bed flips over and is only a foot or so off the ground, once he is older, we can turn it over and he can have a bunk like shown in the picture). He loves the canopy and we look up at the twinkle twinkle stars as we read books.
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Looks like fun! How is it working? Is he staying in it? We need to make the switch soon.
It is working so-so. He was very excited about it, but still difficult to get him to go to sleep. He is DELAYING sleeping big time. At least now he is not climbing out of his crib 5 times during the hour plus that it is taking to get him to finally go to sleep. The next thing is potty training... UGH.....
Why don't you try what my mother did when I did that with my bunk bed. Let him fall out on his head a few times. So what if he loses some grey matter. He's one of those "Asian Americans" so he has plenty to go around. Don't want him to be too smart anyway. lol Or try Grammy's plan B. A smack!!! to the side of the head, or a good pull of the hair works wonders. Good luck with that.
And that race fans, is why we are glad that David is not a breeder...
I actually preferred Me-Me chasing you with a ruler and making you stick out your tongue so she could smack it :) (Like she ever really did more than just touch it, laughing the whole time)!
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OK, Jay--
If you're gonna bust on Dave about his spelling...
What is it about having kids that makes you refer to yourself as a third-person proper noun (Daddy) as opposed to a personal pronoun in the first-person (I)? Is there stil an "I" in there somewhere? lol
-P
There is no "I" in daddy. And after sleepless nights and chasing after a 2 year old, you quickly find that you and your identity don't matter
Hmmmmm...I faintly detect some Wilbur tag team tactics brewing. Remember, it was Me-Me who was David's body guard!!! Because he didn't even like tuna fish. Remember that one? I'll explain later when I have more time.
BTW, all you parents of "little people" you get your identity back when they are all grown up and quickly and willingly give it back to be Me-Me or Pop-Pop or what ever they want to call you.
Hey Deb. Little People? Who the hell had the midget and why the hell have you been hiding him/her from me. I LOVE midgets. As Matt Dylan says in, Something About Mary, "I just love the silly bastdards". And Leggs, Me-Me hit my tongue hard with the ruler! You were the "Coddled" soul in the family. No really, I loved driving to Spruce Run in a dark green piece of shit car with the damn windows closed so as not to frack up your PERFECT hair. Biatch. But thanks for sticking up for my spelling woes. ME-ME RULES!!!! And be careful Deb, being called Me-Me costs you a boob. Which one is up to you.
Ah...I got a good laugh out of that before closing down for the night.
Love you guys,
-P
P.S. I don't like tuna fish, either :)
I posted the comment that I wanted to make here on the I Have Made TO Call post. So rather than rewrite it...read it there.
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