This is why I will never be any good at chess. Or any game that requires much strategy. Strategy is boring.
Last weekend, a post showed up on our listserv advertising an IKEA toddler bed for free. The owner did admit there was slight damage but nothing not easily fixable. So, I thought, "Why not take a look?" Turns out, the small crack in the wood is entirely fixable with wood glue and a clamp (neither of which I own, but I might someday). Moreover, the crack is on the side on which we do not need to place the rail so the whole issue is moot. A win! (1)
The Dude and I carried the bed home through our neighborhood, which was a bit of a sight, but we didn't have to walk far. However, the minute we got home the I started worrying about the length. And, in fact, upon measuring and doing a little research, it turns out IKEA toddler beds do not fit standard crib mattresses as most toddler beds do. IKEA makes its own mattresses in extra long. Oh, IKEA, why do you have to be so unpredictable? Yes, your storage solutions are amazing, but this different mattress size? And your completely unwieldy baskets? Come on!
Nevertheless, I thought, we can "make it work" with our mattress. (2) Yes, they'll be extra room at the end, but it's not like Leo needs that much room now. We'll just fill it with stuffed animals and get him a longer mattress sometime down the road.
So I went ahead and cleaned up the frame, moved the rail to the other side, etc. All the while Leo was clearly in love with the idea of having his own "big boy" bed. He climbed all over it, full of smiles, happily impeding my progress. (3)
Honestly, even though I nabbed the bed, but I hadn't really thought we'd do the transition right away. Leo is only 22 months. But his attitude started making me think it was time. Plus, and perhaps more important, his drop-side crib (long since recalled) was third-hand when we got it and was barely hanging on. It had never really recovered from our move, and the drop side was only semi-attached. It hung on with the help of the bumper pad (also recalled; don't judge).
So, I got the bed together and started taking the crib apart. Have you ever assembled or disassembled a crib? I had forgotten what a complete pain in the hmm-hmm that is. It's a week later, and I still have a lump on my head from where one of the ends smacked me. I saw stars. But at least that tiresome old thing is gone. (4)
So, all this was an adventure in itself, and then came the adventure of sleeping in said bed.
I cleverly had an evening out that first night. Ha! (5) When I got home around 10:00, I discovered Leo had hardly slept. He kept rolling out on to the floor or rolling into the crack between the mattress and the wall or into the area at the end with stuffed animals instead of mattress. I did start having regrets at this point. But, he managed to quit rolling at some point after midnight and we all slept through.
Points to The Dude: he never once made a comment about this transition possibly having been an impulsive decision. (6)
The next day I got more creative with extra pillow and blanket placement, and he hasn't rolled out since! (7) Well, maybe once. But that's it.
The downside to the switch is that he no longer naps. He's clearly thought, "Haha! I'm no longer caged in! I can play instead of nap!" I keep thinking he'll be tired enough to go down, but that doesn't seem to be happening (except for the one day I found him curled up on the rug, fast asleep). The upside is he's so exhausted by 6:30 that he conks out for the night. (8)
At naptime, I've taken to sitting outside his room with the door open because then he won't get out of bed. He just watches me and grins, waiting for his moment. I can get computer work done and still keep most of an eye on him, though. Unfortunately, he's almost never fallen asleep, and I always end up giving up because there's something I have to get done in another room of the house. But I cannot describe anything cuter than the look on his face when he thinks he has foiled me. At the slightest hint that I am not watching him, he is up and out of his bed like lightning. This afternoon, I saw him streak out of his room and into Maggie's with the look of greatest joy on his face, dragging his beloved purple hippo behind him. (9) I can't even get mad.
|Free at last!|
But you know what's the very best? He can get out of bed in the mornings and entertain himself while the rest of us sleep. He reads books and plays with his toys as happy as any little camper until he hears footsteps on the stairs. We are thankful he cannot turn the doorknob yet. (10)
And, as a little bonus this week:
11. Best line of the week (maybe month):
"Look at that Stuart Little-looking motherf#^$er!" --teenager referring to The Dude
He refrained from his initial impulse to respond, "What a great text connection!" and came away from the situation feeling very proud of his fashion sense.