The Big Boy Bed

I had no intention of moving Brayden to his big boy bed yet. I wasn't ready to fight bedtime, I am exhausted as it is right now, and wanted to wait until things around here calmed down a bit. When we were back to our "normal" routine. When he had curtains hung up. When I was ready.

But then Sunday night, I got the crazy idea to just try it, and see how it went. I wanted to put the new nursery curtains up, get his cleaned and pressed and hung up, and THEN do it. But, we decided to wing it.

I took off the top sheet and the comforter, and just put the blankets from his crib with him. He is SUCH a crazy sleeper that I didn't want to have to worry about him getting tangled in blankets in a not-so-familiar room. We did bath time, played, picked up toys, and then I rocked him just like I always do. And I rocked him. And I rocked him. I was SO nervous. Brandon looked at me like "are you ever going to put him to bed?"

I walked into his big boy room with a big boy in my arms, laid him down, and he immediately jumped back into my arms crying for daddy. I just said "it's ok buddy, just lay down." He laid right back down, I stayed and rubbed his back for a couple of minutes, walked away, and shut the door. Never heard a peep. He went right to sleep.

And I went right for the bathroom and shed a few tears. My big boy was officially a big boy. No more crib. And this transition? Went WAY better than I ever imagined. Tonight he didn't even cry, he laid right down and went right to sleep. So I plan to just keep taking it one day at a time and see how he does. I know that eventually it won't be this easy when he can ask for a glass of water/one more story/one more hug... but for now, I will take it.