Beddy Bye
On Sunday, we made the trek to Jordan's Furniture, which for those who don't live in the area, is Massachusett's answer to Disney World. There are trapeze artists and light/water shows. The kids get carted around in little taxis or fire engines. Huge displays made of jelly beans grace the walls. There's an IMAX theater. And, oh yeah, they sell furniture.
Sometime within the next year, Doodles will need to move to a big boy bed and relinquish his crib to The Occupant (which is what, for lack of a better term, is now what we're calling our daughter-to-be). He has plenty of time; as I said The Occupant will cosleep with us for six months, which means Doodles has about nine months before we need the crib back from him. But I wanted the bed to appear in his room (they'll be sharing) long before The Occupant appears. I want no connection between the bed and the baby. So we went on our quest for the bed.
We decided on a twin rather than a toddler bed, as we think toddler beds are a pretty dumb idea. We knew exactly what we wanted: a twin bed with drawers underneath and a bookcase headboard, as space will be at a premium in the room (we have another bedroom for Doodles, but it's downstairs and our bedroom is upstairs; I figure when Doodles is old enough to ask for his own room, he'll be old enough that I'll be okay with him on another floor).
After putting Doodles in his little taxi, we drove him around the store asking his opinion on different beds. "Doodles," we asked, "what do you think of this bed?" "Snacks! Snacks!" he said. "Cup!" (meaning his snack cup) "Doodles, do you want to try this one?" "Efent! Efent!" (pointing to the large elephant painted on the wall) So we finally just chose one without his input. Years later when he complains that we got him the cheapest bed (the fake wood kind), we can say, "Hey, you were given the choice!"
Adam thinks I'm nuts, but buying the bed made me sad. I mean, he's my little Doodlebug! Today, the big boy bed. Tomorrow, college. Waaaa!
Sometime within the next year, Doodles will need to move to a big boy bed and relinquish his crib to The Occupant (which is what, for lack of a better term, is now what we're calling our daughter-to-be). He has plenty of time; as I said The Occupant will cosleep with us for six months, which means Doodles has about nine months before we need the crib back from him. But I wanted the bed to appear in his room (they'll be sharing) long before The Occupant appears. I want no connection between the bed and the baby. So we went on our quest for the bed.
We decided on a twin rather than a toddler bed, as we think toddler beds are a pretty dumb idea. We knew exactly what we wanted: a twin bed with drawers underneath and a bookcase headboard, as space will be at a premium in the room (we have another bedroom for Doodles, but it's downstairs and our bedroom is upstairs; I figure when Doodles is old enough to ask for his own room, he'll be old enough that I'll be okay with him on another floor).
After putting Doodles in his little taxi, we drove him around the store asking his opinion on different beds. "Doodles," we asked, "what do you think of this bed?" "Snacks! Snacks!" he said. "Cup!" (meaning his snack cup) "Doodles, do you want to try this one?" "Efent! Efent!" (pointing to the large elephant painted on the wall) So we finally just chose one without his input. Years later when he complains that we got him the cheapest bed (the fake wood kind), we can say, "Hey, you were given the choice!"
Adam thinks I'm nuts, but buying the bed made me sad. I mean, he's my little Doodlebug! Today, the big boy bed. Tomorrow, college. Waaaa!
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