Anyway, this is the day, this is the day we’ve been dreading, the inevitable day to break out the Big Boy Bed. Sam is ready, so ready that he has been telling both of us parental units for a while now, “Sam’s ready for a big boy bed.” How can you argue with that full sentence? Tell him that he’s not REALLY ready until he can say it in Latin and Greek using the proper pronouns? I definitely considered it, but the biggest reason for the big switcheroo is that he’s ready to make a jailbreak out of the crib any day now and crack his head open while doing it. (He has my coordination, folks, which combined with his height make him an unwieldy little dude.) So here we are on that day of days, ready for nap time, with new truck sheets from Targy on his mattress on the floor. The term “baby steps” evolved for a reason, so we’re taking some of them here. We even left the crib in the corner of the room in case he wants to get back into it. You’ve gotta be prepared for anything with a TWA (Toddler With Attitude) dominating your household — and entire existence for that matter.
This Is the Day
“This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice, and be glad in it, and be glad in it.” Most people choose to memorize cool lyrics from U2 or the Stones, but here I have Veggie Tales flash-frozen onto my brain. Please pray for me. I often am so caught up in it that I forget to switch the CD to Amy Winehouse or some other pop-wreck when Sam goes off to preschool. About twenty minutes later, I catch myself still singing away, getting psyched when a “really good” song comes on. Upon the embarrassing realization, I switch CDs, furtively glance at the cars alongside of me, grateful for winter. At least my windows had been rolled up while I’d been bee-bopping around town listening to Bob and Larry’s Toddler Songs while completely and totally toddler-less. For all the other drivers on the road knew, I could have been rocking out to Black Sabbath or Kiss.
And dontcha know it, Bernie took Sam out to ride escalators at the mall (a new favorite pastime) later on this morning, and he fell asleep on the way home. (Sam was the one who fell asleep, not Bernie, although I bet Bernie was tempted to take a snooze himself since Sam has been waking us up at 5 every morning this week.) Soooooo that translates into no nap for the Saminator which means he’ll be way over-tired and delirious for his first night in the coveted Big Boy Bed. I wonder if it’s too late to get a babysitter. It could be the best money we ever spent.
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