We have been talking up the Big Boy Bed for some time now.
Because one, we need his crib for the girl. And two, his room is all new and shiny, and we figured that would be the perfect time to introduce The Bed. It's just a single bed on a box spring. Grown up, but not too tall.
Jordan was excited! We got sheets with cars on them! A quilt with an airplane! His own bed, just like Mama and Daddy!
Now, to be fair, we didn't approach it right. I read about it on the internet, uh, last night. After the experiment FAIL. You're supposed to maintain continuity. Not rock your kid's little world. Put the bed in the same place as the crib and all.
Because of construction, Jordan hadn't slept in his own room for a few weeks. The guys finally finished on Friday, and we got J's room cleaned up. On Saturday Nick and a friend moved all of Jordan's furniture back into his room, and extra furniture upstairs.
We can't put the bed in exactly the same place as the crib because there isn't enough wall. It doesn't fit. It's in the same corner, though.
Anyway, Nick and his friend went out for beers, and Jordan and I made his bed. He reveled in the designs. The pillows! All of it! I felt certain this was a very good sign.
We borrowed a bed rail from a friend, whose son, who is Jordan's age, started sleeping in his own BBB at age two, and now no longer needs it. She said he got in bed and treated it like his crib - not realizing he could jump out anytime, and calling for his parents when he wanted to get out.
Jordan? Not so much.
That night, he did not want to fall asleep in his new bed. Did NOT. So Nick put him down in his crib. And then, once he fell asleep, Nick carried him into his room and put him down in the bed.
Nick then laid down next to him. He said he figured that if Jordan woke up he'd be scared, and then Nick would be right there.
Woke up scared? Ha.
Nick awoke at midnight alone in Jordan's car sheets. Jordan was nowhere in sight. His bedroom door was wide open. Nick ran down the hall in a panic.
We've taken all the baby gates off of the stairs because they started getting ripped out of walls when people were moving furniture and construction stuff. So was he up? Or down?
Nick said he heard my mom's TV on. So he decided to check upstairs first.
Where he found Jordan sitting up in bed with Nana. Eating coconut cream pie and watching Rachel Maddow.
Kid you not.
Naptime yesterday consisted of Jordan pulling all of his clothes out of his dresser, chucking them all on his bed, and having a diaper dance party in his room.
We're back in the crib for a while, is what I'm saying.