The story of Noah and his crib

When Jackson was 23 months old, a couple of months before Noah was born, he decided he didn't want to sleep in his crib anymore. Brad went out and bought him a little toddler bed, but he hated that as well. He wanted to sleep in the full-sized bed that was also in his room at the time, so I figured, why not? He doesn't need to transition to a real bed. The toddler bed went back.

I assumed that Noah would, also, one day declare his need to sleep in a big-boy bed. I was wrong. He loved his crib with a passion. He has had a twin bed in his room for months, but every night he went straight to his crib, refusing to even look in any other direction.

I was patient. I decided to give him till his third birthday, then the crib would go. He turned three last Thursday. Saturday morning, Brad took the crib apart while Noah and I were at swim lessons. I prepared myself for his anger when he got home, but no. He didn't even go near his room. Later that afternoon we went and bought a toddler bed. I was sure he would need to transition.

We came home, and Noah helped Brad put it together. He went crazy over Brad's ratchet screwdriver and his own plastic hammer. I still braced myself for the fit that surely would occur when bedtime came.

After storytime, he got right into his new bed, said goodnight, and went to sleep! It was that easy!

This is what he looks like:(I did straighten him out after I took the picture).

He loves the bed! Brad figured he would start coming to our bed during the night like Jackson, but no. He waits in bed every morning for me to come get him. He's such a good boy.

Now if only he'd get on with this whole potty-training business, we'd have a bonafide big boy on our hands!