Big Boy Bed Update
Eli went to bed great last night. He seemed a bit confused by me reading to him in bed. (We previously sat in the rocking chair in his room to read our bedtime story.) But by the middle of the book he was getting sleepy and doing some heavy snuzzling with his blankie. After story, I turned out the light and sung a very poor rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, obviously the new bed confused me too since it rendered me unable to remember the verses!
I heard him at about one this morning. I either dreamed he was laughing and he made a noise loud enough to wake me up or he really was laughing in his sleep.
This morning at about 6:45 he woke up and knocked on his bedroom door and said, “Are you in there, Mommy?” I told him last night that we would come get him at seven. And I situated the clock so he could see it but I guess he forgot this morning in his ability to leap from his bed.
Stephen went and liberated him and asked him how the big boy bed slept. Eli’s response, “Fine.”
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Comment by Stephen
What I didn’t tell Misty was that I asked him what it said on the clock. “It says seven zero zero!” he said, excitedly pointing at the clock that read 6:51.
Posted on November 6, 2006 at 9:56 am
Comment by Jessica
I’m glad it went relatively well! That’s funny about reading the numbers on the clock.
Maybe he’ll read the right numbers tomorrow!
Posted on November 6, 2006 at 10:39 am
Comment by Ashley
I’m so glad it went well. I kind of figured you guys might wake up to him pearing up at you at some horribly early hour.
How did you guys train him to not come out of his room? I totally want to train my kid that way
Posted on November 6, 2006 at 10:51 am
Comment by Geof F. Morris
Yeah, I fully expected an 0400 wakeup call…
Posted on November 6, 2006 at 1:00 pm
Comment by Jeff
vaguely-related stories about me related by my mom:
I apparently have always slept like a rock. Mom talks about being able to vacuum in my room and bump my crib, and I never stirred.
The more-related story is that apparently one morning mom couldn’t find me in my bed or anywhere else. She got pretty worred until she took a closer look in my room. I was tucked up under the bottom of my bed. At some point during the night, I had apparently rolled out of bed, fallen on my carpet-covered concrete floor, and rolled over and continued sleeping.
Posted on November 7, 2006 at 11:56 am
Comment by Misty
Those are great stories, Jeff!
Posted on November 7, 2006 at 12:09 pm
Comment by treeva
i am glad that he is doing good in his “big boy” bed.
Posted on November 8, 2006 at 2:53 pm