Poor Rowan. We're always changing things up on him.
Yesterday, Roger and I went to Ikea to pick up the bed we decided on the other day. As with most things Ikea, the assembly took longer than we anticipated and we ended up finishing pretty late, with Rowan underfoot {well, more like all over the place}.
Besides helping us with all the screws, Rowan was so excited for his new bed that he couldn't help but jump and climb on it as we were putting it together.
Rowan helping put his bed together
Perspective: It's amazing how little Rowan looks now!
Dad and Rowan looking up at the "stars"
By the end of the evening, we had both the crib {converted back to a crib} AND the Rowan's twin sized bed all set up in the room, and we also had one crazy-happy little boy!...who was trying his best to hide it, but was falling over with sleepiness. And of course, he had already figured out all the things we didn't want him to figure out about the bed just yet in less than 10 minutes....like....how to climb the ladder, and how to get onto the changing table from the bed.....oh boy.
We had to get the final spacing situated. It was a bit of a puzzle and everything didn't fit quite how I had imagined it in my mind. But we don't have too many options. The location of windows/outlets in the walls of their room isn't ideal for the short term crib and bed situation, so the room feels a little cramped. Not everything has a perfect place, but it works for now.
Finally, we were done and it was time for the real test. {lemme tell you, after another long day for us, we were looking at each other pretty worried about what the night would bring}.
Roger put Rowan to bed and read a long story {Oh, The Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss}.
Good night.
Lights out.
Shut the door.
He got up a couple times and we had to put him back in bed, but then he slept until 6:10 am!
Success!
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