Our big boy - and other news

After our return from our overseas holiday we had the added bonus of a day off work with Master 2 in day care.

Apart from catching up on the mundane household activities of laundry, we both enjoyed some extra sleep and I even went out for a few hours. We decided though, that this was a perfect time to help our little boy move into a proper bed. Everything we've read about new babies suggest that any changes for the older sibling get under way as early as possible before we bring home baby so that he doesn't associate all of the changes with the new baby.

Things are never as simple as they seem.

Firstly we had to find the tools. Hubby insisted that I had "lost" them and that we couldn't possibly do the bed without them. After some prompting he did a better search of his office, and finally found the offending tools - minus the Allen key. Hubby then began insisting that I'd taken the Allen key (to use to assemble Master 2's bike). He was insistent that it wasn't in the tool box. Finally I gave in and went to the tool box and started searching. After only a few seconds I had not just one, but 2 Allen keys in my hands!

I had already spent some time going through the bedroom to make it safe for the inevitable, when Master 2 realises he can hop out of bed and get into everything! Away go all the dangerous items, and the nappies go into a nappy stacker to make it that much more difficult to get into them. Wonder how long it will take before he's out of bed and into things?

Hubby headed into the kids room to start taking off the side of the cot ready to replace it with the bed rail. It was at this point that we realised that we'd put the cot together incorrectly when we first bought it. The holes to accommodate the bed rail were on the same side of the cot as the railing that we didn't take off. So we had to unscrew the base, turn it around, and put it back together before putting the railing on. We finally got it on and I headed out to pick up Master 2 from day care.

He got home and was so excited by his new "big boy bed" that he spent some time getting in and out of it and practicing going to sleep.

It was a different story at bedtime.

"Daddy fix it" said Master 2.
"Fix what?"
"Daddy fix bed!"

Ahhh. Now it was bedtime gone was the excitement instead there was fear and dread in his tired little eyes. The bed wasn't made up with sheet and blankets as Master 2 sleeps in a sleeping bag. But a sheet with Pooh Bear characters on it and a proper blanket all tucked in like "Mummy and Daddy's bed" seemed to do the trick. He was a little unsettled but managed to sleep through the night without falling out. He didn't get into stuff this morning so perhaps it might take a few days (or can I hope for weeks or months??) before he realises his potential?

In other news, our friends whose baby was diagnosed with a fatal brain tumour at 33 weeks were induced and lost their son. It's an emotional roller coaster for all involved and our hearts go out to them as we with them and their loved ones long life. This holiday season will be terribly difficult and we can only be there for support.

Work is looming, baby is kicking, tummy is growing (but amazingly enough the rest of me doesn't seem to be, even with 5 days of mega indulgence). The weather is warming up, spring has arrived. The garden is flowering and we're all healthy.