In other words the walls have come down. The cage with no ceiling is history. The rushing waters of enthusiasm are no longer dammed. Give him liberty or give him sleep.
Lord help us, we have moved Lukas from his crib to a twin bed.
(Before decorations. Mama called the Doctor &the Doctor said....)
Actually, we are two nights in here and day one couldn't have started any better. We spent all Saturday afternoon and evening making the transition. Tearing apart the crib, rearranging the room, moving in the twin bed. Then by the time we had finally readied our son for bedtime I read him a couple of stories followed by Mrs. LIAYF spending about another half hour preparing him by explaining that once he was in bed for the night, he needed to stay there. period. Then she left.
Exactly 7 minutes later from downstairs we heard him jump down and scurry around his room.
Two minutes after that, Mrs. LIAYF having snuck up, opened his door. He was startled. Without a word he bolted to the bed making a diving leap back in. The image of this still cracks me up. He promised he would stay there. We were skeptical, but he then dozed off and slept for the next nine hours!
Maybe this transition thing wouldn't be as difficult as we had feared.
Last night? Um, slightly different story. Mrs. LIAYF's first trip up was a mere 5 minutes in. He was looking out the window. Not long after that he was up again. We gave it a few minutes, but couldn't be too upset with him because when his mother poked her head in he had turned on the light and was 'reading' books to some of his stuffed animals. It was cute.
And so it went. After the 5th or 6th trip up the stairs to coax him back to bed, Mrs. LIAYF told Lukas she would take away his lamp if he turned it on again. That was just before MIDNIGHT!
That final threat apparently worked though, as at 12:23 we called it. He was finally asleep. Thankfully, when I left the house at 7:30 he still hadn't woken up.
It should be an interesting week.