No More Being Behind Bars

A few weeks ago we bought Ace his very first “Big Boy Bed”.

Since then we have been trying to get used to being woken up by a two year old who has woken up, destroyed the whole entire upstairs, soiled his diaper, and then decides it’s time to tell Mom and Dad it’s time to get up.

He still doesn’t talk all that well, so he resorts to physical attempts at waking us up.  Which would you prefer?

  1. Having a toddler waller himself up into your bed and plop down on the blankets between you and your significant other successfully strangling the breath out of the both of you until you can wake up enough to figure out what the hell is going on and sit up…
  2. Being woken up by a 30 lb toddler stepping on your nads first thing in the morning.  (Now that is a wake up call.)
  3. Being hit in the face by a toy truck as it gets thrown on your bed…because it’s play time didn’t you know?  😀
  4. Having a 30 lb toddler sit on your face…dirty diaper and all.

There have been a few night where Ace has woken up in the middle of the night because he has fell out of bed, had a bad dream, or for whatever reason he is crying.  We’ll give him a cup, put him in our bed and he’ll fall back a sleep for a few hours until the sun comes up.

Last night Ace came into our room at 3 AM wanting a drink.  I got him a drink and put him in our bed.  I fell back a sleep and when I woke up in the morning Ace was not in our bed.

Oh shit…I rolled Momma over to make sure she was not lying on him, then I imagined him falling down the stars last night, being abducted by aliens, packing a bag and heading to Vegas…where the hell was he?

I looked on the floor, in the hallway, in his play room, and finally found him curled up sound asleep with his blanket on his own bed.

I guess he is tool cool to sleep in Mom and Dad’s bed now since he is a “Big Boy”.  What next, I gotta drop him off down the street from the park, so that the other kids do not see me?

Two Birds and an Egg…

Momma went to Grandma’s house today to get ready for Ace’s big birthday party tomorrow, so it was a guys house today.  Me and Ace doing what guys do best…a whole lotta nothing.  😀

Nah, we did more than nothing.  We spent most of the afternoon outside swinging on the swingset, throwing the ball, and playing in the sandbox.  We went for a walk and watched the birds sing back by the creek.  It was a great Dad/Son boding day…

After dinner I gave Ace a bath and then started to read him a story before bedtime.  The book was about two birds that found an egg in their nest…it was not their egg, but they decided to sit on it anyways.

About three pages into the book Ace got up off my lap and ran over and started playing with one of his toys.  Yup, the book was soooo exciting that even a two year old lost interest after three pages…

But guess who kept on reading…to himself.  You guessed it.  I found myself so mystified by what actually might be in that egg that I kept reading the book to myself…out loud and all energetic like I was reading to Ace.

As I flipped through the pages of the book in suspense of what was in the egg I thought to myself…”Why the hell are you still reading this?”…but, I couldn’t stop.

Maybe it’s an overdose of Moose and Zee, the Backyardigans, Dora, and Pinky Dinky Doo that have brought my judgment on what is entertaining to an all time low.   You ever found yourself excited when Wonder Pets comes on the TV so that you can sing along with the song?  Please say yes… 😀

Bottle Free!

At Ace’s one year checkup with his doctor we were told to get him off of formula.  It was easy…we simply replaced the formula with milk. No biggie!

Well, Ace just recently went to his 18 month checkup (time flies!).  His doctor now wants him off of the bottle completely. Yikes!  That’s like taking…a ham bone from a hyena.  There is going to be a fight!

Here recently we have reduced Ace’s daily bottle usage down to 1 or 2 bottles…usually if/when he was extremely grumpy and always at bed time.

What?  You don’t think Ace gets grumpy?  You don’t think he throws fits? Why not?  Is it because he is always smiling in the pictures here on DadThing? Haha!  He has you fooled!

Ace Throwing A Fit

Ace Throwing A Fit

Don’t believe me yet?  How about this one…

Ace Throwing A Fit

Ace Throwing A Fit

So bedtime comes.  I start to get nervous…dreading the moment when Ace uncovers our plot to send him to bed without his long time bed time companion…the bottle!  I am preparing myself for a full on rebellion from the little guy.  I picture guns, grenades, tanks, infantry, maybe even an airborne assault…

Military Ace

Military Ace

…and instead I get nothing.  Not a peep.  Not a whimper.  Just a quiet sleeping Ace.

Hopefully he’s just not gathering his troops for an ambush tomorrow night.  😀