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trying out the big boy bed (room)

for months now, we've been thinking of moving john over by one bedroom and moving him to a big boy bed. the room he's in now makes more sense for a nursery, and when we got pregnant we thought would be the impetus ... but since we're not having a baby now, it sort of fell by the wayside.

until this weekend. john had been (reluctantly) down for a nap for about 45 minutes when i heard him squawling in his bedroom. he sometime cries, occasionally yells, but rarely is there quite as much ... umph to his protestations.

as i walked down the hallway to check on him, he stopped wailing long enough to yell, "mommy, put me back in my cot!"

and i knew: he'd finally escaped from his crib.

sure enough, there he was, standing on his bedroom floor. he was hysterical because i think his exit was more tumble than graceful escape. he was, fortunately, unhurt ... and just as fortunately, a little scared. he hasn't climbed out of his bed since. but i still think it's only a matter of time.

meantime, in his soon-to-be new bedroom (once we clean out the old entertainment center. and buy a new mattress that isn't going to bouncily launch him across the room. and rearrange. and move the stuff out of the closet. and ...) there is a twin bed set up right in front of the old entertainment center with the old tv and dvd players still set up. so lately, we've been watching movies in "the big boy bed" in "that other room."


makes for some pretty awesome snuggle time, actually ...

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