We officially went from Crib to Toddler Bed this weekend. The rule was that Reilly had to know all the letters of the alphabet (as in be able to recognize them out of order). He successfully passed our latest quiz on Friday. We went bed shopping on Saturday. He LOVED the idea of the bunkbed/loft, but being only 3, we were a little worried about that one. There were several others he liked, but we weren't fans of the pricetag. So 3 hours of bed shopping yielded us thinking we would hit ye old Swedish furniture store the next day.
That night, I took the front rail off the crib, so he could try out his new-found freedom. He celebrated this freedom with lots of play... until about 10:30 that night, actually. On the plus side, he slept til 9am on Sunday!
Naptime on Sunday yielded poor results, as well. No nap. Just play.
Bedtime on Sunday was a step in the right direction. I think he was asleep by 9. Only woke up once during the night, and was in such a great mood this morning that he was singing when I went in!
I'm so proud that he's thrilled to be a big boy!
And I just got sent photos of my friend's new baby girl. So tiny. So cute. So peaceful.
Almost makes me interested in another one.
Almost.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Bathroom Door is Closed
Love this. Worth a post on the blog!
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Please do not stand here and talk, whine, or ask questions. Wait until I get out.
Yes, it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, and I am not trapped.
...I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in there, but it's been 10 years and I want some PRIVACY.
Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.
Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.
Do not go running back to the phone yelling "She's in the BATHROOM!"
Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.
Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were two.
Do not slide pennies, LEGOs, or notes under the door. Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.
If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.
And yes, I still love you.
Mom
...Author Unknown
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Please do not stand here and talk, whine, or ask questions. Wait until I get out.
Yes, it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, and I am not trapped.
...I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in there, but it's been 10 years and I want some PRIVACY.
Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.
Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.
Do not go running back to the phone yelling "She's in the BATHROOM!"
Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.
Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were two.
Do not slide pennies, LEGOs, or notes under the door. Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.
If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.
And yes, I still love you.
Mom
...Author Unknown
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