Tobey: Big boy bed

Tom just picked up the big boy bed. I'm ready for Tobey to move into it. He has ceased to be polite when calling for us in the morning going from "Mommy" to "Unh!!" a few weeks ago. The fear of having him start screaming and wake up Eli gets me out of bed than any alarm clock I've ever owned. Too bad kids don't come with a snooze.

I'm hoping that we can teach Tobey how to stay in his room quietly until 7:30AM at least. He's been interested in time, thanks to our humongous living room clock and the need to push him along his bedtime routine. He wakes up from his naps now saying, "I had a good sleep! I slept 6 hours!" (still no concept of time). The other day he woke up and said, "I slept 12:15!".

And since I don't really have a desire to stick more stuff in our garage, maybe we'll just move the bed into Tobey's room right away and have a crash course in big boy bed sleeping. I've peppered him with the idea. Maybe we'll all be happier with it.