As I write this post I have two sleeping kids – in their BEDS. We dismantled the cot today, and my not-so-baby-boy is fast asleep in his big boy bed. So far so good. The only sound I’ve heard is snoring!
We talked a lot about the transition, so he was very well prepared for the move and very excited about it all. He loves his new jungle quilt and striped sheets, he loves climbing up and down himself, and he just loved introducing his much loved bear to their new abode! The first thing they did was lie down on the big new pillow together and pretend to sleep, then shout “Wake up!” and do it all over again. Too cute.
To help with a smooth transition we also kept routine as normal as possible. The bathtime-teethtime-storytime-prayertime-cuddletime-sleeptime routine is well established for both kids. So tonight, everything was the same as normal, except that we had stories together on his new bed.
I was hoping we might be able to ditch the dummy with the cot. I did give it a try but conceded defeat, as in all honesty it’s another familiarity which will aid the transition. I guess he’ll give the dummy up when he’s ready. Right??
I must admit I had a little sentimental moment today. As we packed the cot away I realised that we are probably through the “baby phase” and are onto a new stage as a family. I’m not sad really. I love seeing my kids grow and change and embrace new things. It’s just that they grow so fast.
I think I’ll go and check him one more time before I turn in myself. It’s funny how he seems such a big boy in his bed, yet at the same time still so very little with all those covers around him!