Saturday, March 17, 2007
I have passed the point of no return, it seems. When our daughter stayed at my folks' house for a couple of nights this week, she performed the amazing parlor trick of climbing out of the crib. For a 28-month-old who weighs less than 25 pounds, this is a feat of both strength and flexibility. So Brett and I had to face facts. She needed a Big Girl bed. So we moved her brother's bed into her room, bought new pink sheets and a fancy pink-striped bedspread for her "new" bed and bought our son... a bunk bed.Brett spent the afternoon assembling the bunk bed. When our son finally went upstairs to see the "surprise" Daddy had created, his responses included, "This is an amazing thing!", "It's lovely, Daddy!" and the ultimate seal of approval: "I'm a Big Boy now!" Our daughter spent some time of the night calling for "Mommeee!" -- at 8:00PM -- at 9:00PM -- at 1:30AM -- and at 2:30AM. But she stayed in the bed. She didn't fall out. Every Big Boy and Big Girl in this house is quite pleased this morning.