Good & BedFellas

A few months ago we moved William into a big boy bed. Our other two boys, we decided just weren't ready for the transition at that time. Part of it was because they truly weren't ready, and part of it was because their big baby of a Momma just wasn't ready. Having them sleep in anything other than cribs seemed far too grown up... Far too, big, scary... I just wasn't ready for it. Fortunately for the boys they were able to show me that the world isn't all scary, and helped me to transition them into a big queen size bed on the floor. Remember we were finding them sleeping together ALL. THE. TIME. in a baby crib? Too sweet... Anyway, the bed on the floor has been very practical. I haven't been afraid of them falling to the floor with a crashing thud. No worries of them jumping on the bed until the slats underneath come crashing to the floor below. Also, the boys have been able to sleep together whenever they choose... There's nothing more heartwarming than going in to check on them and finding their small bodies intertwined, hands clasped, both laying in the same position... This past weekend however, Jon's parents got a great deal on two toddler beds. Since we already had our mattresses, it seemed logical to make the next step to try to offer them their own beds. If they would like to continue sleeping together, they could, albeit they'd be a little squished... But if they didn't choose to do so, they had their own separate beds, as individual little boys should. The beds are perfect, and I think the boys were in love with them. I took some photos of them seeing them for the first time, but honestly they all came out looking like crap... When going to check on them last night I found Jack curled up in Williams bed (which is where we have found him on many of the recent nights...This is what has prompted the idea of separate beds!) and Evan on the floor between the two new beds... It was if he couldn't decide where he wanted to sleep. Poor fella...
I will leave you with a photo though... This little guy has been under the weather, along with his brothers and sisters for about a week now. The past few days with the holiday and all seem to have gotten the best of him, and he's taken a nap 2 days in a row... Today I allowed him to nap peacefully in my bed...While I sat in my chair and enjoyed some peace and quiet. I enjoyed seeing him doze, his obvious need for his body to rest. What I didn't enjoy was when he woke, he peered up at me wordlessly,  playing a sort of peek a boo around our bedroom wall... He then looked at me, and said "this piece here?" Pulling at the hip area of his sweat pants, "it's wet."
UGH.
My sweet, slumbering, baby boy...pissed in my bed. That little... UGH... Well you win some you lose some right?

Comments

[sonja]

I feel your pain. Jakey peed for the first time in a looooong time in the bed and of course it was mine... not his with the matress protector!

[Elizabeth]

So precious. The trials and tribulations, eh? So glad they're so wonderful.