We got Oliver a toddler bed a couple of months before Hazel was born–probably around the beginning of January. We set it up in his room. We had a special day where he got to choose out Thomas sheets and a new blanket (Thomas, of course). We asked him occasionally if he wanted to sleep there, and he always said no and went to sleep happily in his crib.
For the last couple of days, we’ve been doing his bedtime routine next to the toddler bed. The night before last, he said that he wanted to sleep in the toddler bed, and as soon as we turned out the lights he asked to go back to his crib. No biggie–we’re in no rush.
Last night he asked to sleep in his toddler bed. We assumed that after a bit he’d want to switch back. He went right to sleep. He woke up a few hours later because he had somehow leaked out of his diaper–don’t ask me how, but his sheets and pajamas were wet, and his diaper was dry. Conner changed him, and we figured he’d then want to go to sleep in the crib. I was sitting next to the toddler bed, and he came rushing at me. I thought he wanted a hug. Nope–he pushed me out of the way to crawl back into his bed, he yanked the covers over his head, and went straight back to sleep and slept until this morning.
My little boy is growing up! I’m terribly proud and wanting to cry all at the same time.