It's official! He's a boy!
Leave it to my OCD to decide to move him into a big boy bed at 7:30pm last night. While Jason and Carter worked on the "project", I ran to Target to get sheets, blankets, etc. for Carter's new bed. Back by 8:10 (impressive, eh?), we quickly put the very unwashed sheets on his bed so that he could spend his first night in it.
I was nervous for the transition for the following reasons:
*I had never used a pillow for C (don't ask me why, just never thought to put one in his crib)
*Why ruin a good thing? C sleeps 12+ hrs in his crib at night, why would I want to ruin it?
*What if he tries to get down?
*What if he freaks out over not feeling safe?
Well, none of those fears mattered. He slept like a champ, waking at 8am chatting about his new bed. He also took to the pillow instantly... shows you that worrying is overrated.
Here's a pict of him at 10pm last night (we just couldn't help but peak in on him!):
And his now-washed new sheets/ bedding:
Leave it to my OCD to decide to move him into a big boy bed at 7:30pm last night. While Jason and Carter worked on the "project", I ran to Target to get sheets, blankets, etc. for Carter's new bed. Back by 8:10 (impressive, eh?), we quickly put the very unwashed sheets on his bed so that he could spend his first night in it.
I was nervous for the transition for the following reasons:
*I had never used a pillow for C (don't ask me why, just never thought to put one in his crib)
*Why ruin a good thing? C sleeps 12+ hrs in his crib at night, why would I want to ruin it?
*What if he tries to get down?
*What if he freaks out over not feeling safe?
Well, none of those fears mattered. He slept like a champ, waking at 8am chatting about his new bed. He also took to the pillow instantly... shows you that worrying is overrated.
Here's a pict of him at 10pm last night (we just couldn't help but peak in on him!):
And his now-washed new sheets/ bedding:
