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That looks oddly comfortable November 3, 2009

Posted by Erin F. Wasinger in Being a mama, Toddling it.


Not wanting Alice to feel like the baby’s giving her an eviction notice — and scared that Dave would start moving his CD collection back into the empty room that once was Dave’s Room – Do Not Enter and is now Alice’s Big Girl Room — I hurriedly picked out a toddler bed online and shipped it to the house last week.

The whole affair took me an hour to assemble Friday night, plus another five minutes to stare at my mechanical genius, and a solid 10 minutes to pick out a mattress at the store the next day.

Saturday night, I put her in her new bed in her new room at 7, and she lasted til 8:30. OK, so she lasted til 8:30 because that was the fourth time I’d poked my head behind her door to make sure she wasn’t falling out and breaking her skull open. You know, on the hard carpet we just had installed.

But by Monday night she’d slept through the night-ish. This is one of those rare success stories. I must write it down and save it, so when I yell “WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO DIFFICULT” she can say “not always. Remember that dark November night?” And I will concede.

But I say “-ish,” because today around 2 a.m., I heard a whimper.

Reaching back for my best “If you don’t move, Dave will think you’re in deeper sleep than he is and he’ll get up” move, I tried to steady my breathing. But then I heard babbling.

And what did my wondering eyes find behind her gated door down the hallway from our room but a toddler, sitting pretzel-legged on the floor, “Good Night, Gorilla” in her lap as if she were reading to herself.

She wrinkled her nose and did her exhale-and-laugh-through-your-nose sound as if she knew she’d been caught. She giggled when I said “Ooooh, honey, 2 in the morning isn’t for reading,” and I picked her up and put her back in bed, and she waved to me after I kissed her good night.

And then she slept til 7 a.m.

That was one of those times that dulled the fatigued caused by a 10-minute howling fit over dinner that wasn’t done EXACTLY RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I said dulled. Not erased.



1. greeneyedmom - November 4, 2009

I remember my oldest was in a regular twin bed for the first time before my second son was due and we found him in the morning asleep on the stairs! It was a tri-level home with only about 6 steps and they were very soft stairs, but still!

2. Nicole - November 4, 2009

Wow! What a big girl! She’s got Mads beat on the big-girl bed front. Don’t tell Alice, but Mads is still in her CRIB! Horror! 🙂

3. Jen - November 5, 2009

I remember both my girls in that same position numerous times throughout their slumbering lives. It’s so sweet – brings me back… enjoy this time because it goes so fast.

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