I have blogged about this at least 6 times before, but this is it. Fred is going to learn to sleep in his own bed. We are serious this time. No turning back. Nothing can stop us…except he is teething so the first night he only slept for 3 hours before we brought him in with us. Tonight we are shooting for 3 ½ hours.
Here is a classic example of why he must learn to love his baby bed:
We are all lying there (including buttons the cat). Adam is curled up facing Lucy, drinking a juice bottle and barely awake.
“Lucy, we gotta get him into his room. This is good for nobody.”
“We will. We just gotta easy him into it.”
“Well if we ever wanna give him a little brother or sister, he can’t be in here much longer.”
The instant Fred heard “brother or sister” he spun around and slapped me square in the face. He eyebrows furrowed deep and those squinty little eyes said it all:
“LOOK HERE MISTER!! I am the only baby in this house and this is MY bed YOU’RE sleeping in. You BETTER be nice to me or I’m gonna get CHIEF REDFACE to put something on you AJAXS won’t take off!! And if you think another BABY is coming in here to mess up the SWEET DEAL I GOT GOING, YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING.”
So now we are definitely trying to get him in his own bed. Before he learns to walk and I wake up with him standing over me in the middle of the night.
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