In the beginning, there was the crib. And the crib was good.
But She-Who-Holds-the-Pediatric-Degree came down from on high.
"The boy is too big," She declared.
"He can climb from the crib."
"He will climb from the crib."
"He will go 'boom'."
And the crib was no longer good.
...and so the Saga of the Big Boy Bed began...
Tonight we put together the Big Boy Bed (hereafter called "BBB" for brevity). We have been "selling" the BBB for the past two weeks, since it arrived in its giant box. We visited the library and checked out books about BBBs. We read the BBB books. Junior started getting excited.
When Loving Husband asked Junior "Would you like to put together your BBB tonight?", he (Junior, that is) ran upstairs and pointed to the big box. He "helped" put together the bed, with lots of "No, Junior"s from Loving Husband. Finally, the BBB was complete.
"You will get to sleep in it in TWO DAYS," we told him.
"I wanna get in it," said Junior. Hmmm....we thought. This is all good, right?
We got the crib mattress from the crib and put it into the new BBB. So cute...it looks like a doll bed.
"Pretend to be asleep," we urged.
He eagerly got in and started circling...like a dog! This was new behavior. Then he started climbing in, circling around, then climbing out the other side. Then repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Faster. Faster. Faster. We started getting dizzy.
"Well, this will be fun!" said LH sarcastically.
Then we went to take the mattress back out and put it back in da crib. "I wanna sleep in Bigboybed!" cried Junior. "In TWO DAYS!" we cried back. "WAAAAAAAAAAA!" he cried. Literally crying now.
We finally settled him down. I think he talked me down to 1 day...I can't be sure...but in the end he was in the crib and settled down.
I guess we are good Marketers, huh? A little too good.
Stay tuned for D-Day, er, BBB-Day. Hopefully the casualties will be low.