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?
- 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…
- Being woken up by a 30 lb toddler stepping on your nads first thing in the morning. (Now that is a wake up call.)
- 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?
- 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?