On Saturday night we made the switch to a toddler bed. I had Mr. Stannix bring it up stairs for me during one of his study breaks. We ended up vacuuming all the cob webs, bugs and creepy crawlies while we were down there. I am no longer as afraid to do laundry and happy to say that my messy bun won't be taking cob webs off the roof anymore. I washed up the bed and freshened it all up and then we took it upstairs. The room looks so cozy with Camilla's big bed, the toddler bed and our little crib. I'm actually quite happy with how it all turned out, and even more excited to fill that crib with a newborn! I know it seems like Hyrum is too little for the switch to the big boy bed, but this wasn't a last minute decision. The poor guy was getting too long for our little apartment size crib. It also gives me peace of mind knowing that he will be well adjusted to the big bed before baby arrives (I know, it's a long ways away still).
I had a Primary meeting that night, so we rushed through baths and prayers in order to leave lots of time to get him to fall asleep in the new bed. After goodnight kisses, he climbed the stairs and made his way to the big green chair for snuggles and his bottle. When he finished I put him down and asked him to go find his bed. He went to the toddler bed, grabbed his favorite blanket and started across the room to his crib. I giggled as I led him to his new big boy bed and tucked him in. I whispered "night night" and gave him one last kiss. He clicked his tongue twice (his way of saying "night night") and pulled his fuzzy blanket close. I sat on Camilla's bed by the door and prepared myself for the worst. I was envisioning having to lug him back to bed 122938 times. After about a minute I moved closer to the door and more out of sight. He made himself comfy as I took one more step onto the landing outside the door. I then waited a few more minutes, peeked in and was pretty sure his eyes were closed.
I made my way down the stairs dodging as many of the creaky parts as I could and giggled with Mr. Stannix about how adorable our boy is. I had time to tidy the house, snap a picture, and hang out with Camilla before I had to leave to my meeting. It seriously took less than five minutes to wait for him to fall asleep. I was in heaven! Camilla had a harder time with the transition and it took a good week for her to finally fall asleep without us having our fingers visible through the door.
Before bed I snuck in to check on him and he was sleeping soundly. I touched his soft little baby cheeks and chubby little fingers. They are so peaceful when they sleep. I snapped one more picture of him off in dreamland and then pulled Camilla's covers back up on my way out. I smiled as I left the room and felt so blessed!
The first sounds I heard from Hyrum were this morning at his usual 6:00am. Shrieks of joy accompanied by belly laughs. I listened as his feet hit the floor and pitter-pattered across the landing and into our room. He looked so darn cute with his bed head and fuzzy blanket in tow. I got a quick hug and smooch and then he was off. He loves the freedom of being able to get himself out of bed.
Tonight went much the same as last night. I tucked him in, he gave me his two clicks of the tongue to say "night night", I smooched his cheeks and left the room. It was 7:35pm when I left and by 7:40 I was making my way downstairs! Piece of cake!
We just won't mention the 3 1/2 hours I spent on Camilla's bed in the heat with one eye open waiting for him to nap this afternoon... At least he knows he has to stay in his bed. When he thought I wasn't looking he would chuck his teddy off the side, jump out to pick him up, and scramble quickly back into bed. After a poopy diaper, some tears from mamma, and 30 more minutes upstairs, I gave up. There's always tomorrow! I am still so proud of him.






