I was ready for it. And then I wasn’t. And then I was, but he wasn’t. And then, well, I thought what the hell. It’s time for Sebastian to get out of that crib and into his BIG BOY BED! (It must always be said in ALL CAPS and with an exclamation point!)
I didn’t really think it would be that emotional for me. I was more focused on the fact that I wouldn’t have anything forcing Sebastian to stay in bed besides the fear I instill in him on a daily basis. (I don’t actually instill fear in him on a daily basis. Most of our days are spent with me chasing after him trying to wrangle him into pants.)
So, much like this whole ‘having two children’ thing, I didn’t think it through. (I kid. I love my children. They just drive me nuts.)
For a few weeks now I’ve been bring up the subject with my husband.
How are we going to set up the room? Where will we even put the bed?
We’ve got to get some blankets and sheets for the bed. But I don’t want anything cartoony.
When do you think you can put it together?
Chris doesn’t seem to understand all the thought processes that slosh about in my head. I think he got the bed put together just to make me stop talking about it.
And when it was time for him to go to bed, we lay down and read stories and then I turned off the light and said goodnight.
We peeked in on him before we went to bed and he was all scrunched up next to the wall sound asleep.
*Please forgive the blurry, awful photos. It was cloudy and dark and Sebastian wouldn't hold still.