I started a blog post today, got about halfway through and saved it.
Or I thought I did. I swear it said 'Saved'.
But I went to search for it tonight and. . . . nothing. Crickets.
And I'm tired and all my good ideas and funny phrasing were used up in the earlier, deleted blog post. So here is the Reader's Digest Condensed Version.
Tried to convert the kiddo's crib to a toddler bed this weekend. He seemed really excited about it - picked out new Elmo & Cookie sheets all by himself. Put all his monkeys and bears to go Night Night and climbed in and out multiple times, testing the waters of a three (and a half) sided bed.
Then night time hit and he went B-A-N-A-N-A-S. Completely bananas.
It wasn't just crying coming from the room, it was heart-wrenching sobs. Not just screaming, but screeching. He was terrified of being in that bed.
I had been warned, so I held on as long as I could. Two and a half hours later, with The Hubs and I trading off the calming and soothing, The Hubs threw up his hands, grabbed his allen wrench and had the bed back into a crib in less than five minutes.
10 seconds later, Bjorn was fast asleep.
So, yeah, we caved. Easily. I had heard to give it a few days, or a week to transition. But something in me - in us - said that maybe we were trying to push it. Maybe Bjorn just wasn't ready.
That's ok. I didn't see many kids bringing their cribs to college, so he will be in a real bed eventually. (I hope.)
Until then, I'll enjoy that he is still a little boy. And not make him grow up too fast.