Big boy bed

For the first time in months, a weekend stretched out before us with no plans. We had plenty on our to-do list, but no agenda.

Still, I was glad when JW, who had been lying on the coach bemoaning the latest of a series of minor illnesses, suddenly sat up and said, "Let's go to Ikea and buy K a bed." (#212 on the list.) Within ten minutes we were all in the car. A few hours, many mattress bounces, and several plates of Swedish meatballs later, we returned home with a Minnen extendable bed, a Sultan Sova extendable mattress, and Barnslig Rand sheets.

While JW assembled the bed, I bribed K with a strawberry lollipop to sit still for a haircut. (Which I was quite proud of. Maybe not salon quality, but no tears or tipping involved.) K was excited about his bed and kept running in and out of his room, climbing into bed and out again. He even said he'd sleep without a pacifier tonight because he was a big boy now.

K became nervous when bedtime rolled around. He kept requesting more books, demanded his pacifier, and got up twice during his bedtime song.

He's been asleep for a little over two hours now. We'll see how it goes.

Update: First night went smoothly. Naptime required a little intervention and was shorter than usual. Second night started off the same as the first, with repeated requests for one more book and one more song. But so far, so good. (Haircut update: I noticed a small bald spot above one ear, but he doesn't care, and I saved twenty dollars.)