Yesterday marked a milestone in our household. I picked up the bunk bed for the two oldest. Amie and I spent the afternoon putting it together. When it was completed, we admired our work of art then called the new owners to come and try it out.
Mikhail was tentative to climb the ladder to the top bunk which was his bunk. After some help, he was perched in his bed. Kenyan wanted to check out what it was like being on a bed where he could touch the ceiling so he climbed up also. (Seeing his big brother’s hesitancy, he was nervous and had to be assisted also). The 3-year-old, who was now the new tenant of the boys’ old bed, scooted up fearlessly behind him.
At bedtime, Treyton wanted to sleep on the bunk. He kept sneaking into Kenyan’s bunk with his blanket, planning to stay the night. Unfortunately, mommy and daddy would have none of it and he was promptly brought back to his own ‘new bed’, to his anger and disappointment. After threatening to let him sleep in his play pen, he decided that his big boy bed was the better option and eventually went to sleep in it.
In the past, when the older boys woke up, usually way too early for us, they would come to our beds and cuddle, leaving Treyton in his crib. Now we can expect him to accompany his brothers on their early morning visits. Goodbye queen size bed! Goodbye
jail crib! Will miss you!