New Bed

This weekend, we decided to put David in a regular twin bed instead of his pack and play. He could have stayed in his pack and play for a while longer, but I wanted to get him out of there before he learned to climb out and so that it wouldn't be a big deal for us to use the pack and play for the new baby come August. It turns out, that the change was the right one at the right time.

He loved his new bed from the start. We set it up after his bath for bedtime (we just put the mattress on the floor). He pretty much wore himself out climbing all over it while we read scriptures. When we told him it was time for bed, he climbed right in and let us tuck him in. He laid there as we left, although, a few minutes later he was crying at the door. The crying only lasted 5 or so minutes though, which was amazing! I was expecting screaming for at least half an hour. When we went in to check on him later, we had to chuckle when we found him lying on his back in the middle of his room. I also have to say, when I went in to get him up the next morning, he was just sitting on his bed, cuddling with his blanket. So cute!

Yesterday, we got to try out the new bed for nap time. I've been expecting this to be the most difficult part of the transition, but it went really well. There was no screaming or crying. There wasn't even any hints that he was running around his room.

Morning nap today is less than successful in that so far, he's not sleeping, but he's at least happy.

I have to say, I feel so happy and blessed that this transition is going remarkably well so far. That's not to say that I think that it's always going to be this easy. I still expect him to go crying to the door after we put him in bed, but I'm always glad when he doesn't.

Hair Cuts

David's hair has been getting a bit mullet-ish the past few months. I know I should really give him a hair cut, or a trim at the very least, but I've been resisting for two reasons. One, I don't know how I'd get this wiggly boy to sit still long enough to do anything to his hair, let alone how I'd get him to not want to play with the scissors or clippers, and two, I don't want to take that step into him actually being a little boy instead of my baby. Yes, I know I have another baby on the way and with David being 15 months old now, he's not really my baby anymore. I realize that more and more every day. There's still something so comforting about his fuzzy hair that sticks up everywhere in little tufts, even if it's getting too long in the back and has had the ability to cover his ears for a while now.

Still, Ashton teases me every day about his hair and whether I've decided to cut it yet or not. I almost start crying every time (I am pregnant after all) and/or give Ashton a scowling look for bringing it up again. I did look up how to cut boy's hair yesterday. Maybe I should tell Ashton I'll cut David's hair when Ashton lets me cut his precious hair.

I'd write more on this, but I have a little boy who sounds like he's enjoying playing with his food a little too much. Guess I should pay attention to him.