My two year old daughter still sleeps in a baby crib. It’s as big crib, it’s comfortable and. frankly, I don’t want to deal with a wandering two year old in the middle of the night quite yet. Also we are putting off the purchase of a twin bed as long as possible while we get on our feet here in the United States.
After church on Sunday we had some new friends over for lunch. While I was making the final preparations we were chatting and they asked if we could use a day bed because they had one in storage that wasn’t being used. I quickly piped up and said yes! My parents recently bought a daybed to replace the bed they gave us and my mom has been singing the praises of a trundle bed for using with little kids, because it’s so low to the ground. And I always like free So we’ll be getting a bed for our little girl which means that she’ll no longer be caged in her bed, unable to escape and her little brother will no longer have to sleep in the portacot.
My mom also has a little inflatable bed which she originally bought when we came to visit last year and our oldest daughter was just two. She was already sleeping in a regular twin bed at home but with a rail and mom thought that this was a good option. It is Winnie the Pooh and of course Disney characters trump all other options, so she was very happy to sleep there for three weeks. After we moved into our own place and took the baby crib, whenever our two year old needed a place to sleep at Grandma’s we just pulled out the inflatable bed. She would sleep on it and interestingly she would never get off it on her own. Once we put her to do bed she would stay there until we came to get her. So in the morning we’d find her reading books, waiting for us, just like she did in her crib.
Let’s get this story wrapped up because it’s getting very long. We are housesitting for my parents for a week starting today. Sunday and Monday nights I stayed with my parents because Handsome was out of town for seminary and then a conference on Tuesday and I didn’t want to be without a car for the entire time and I knew I’d get lonely. So I took all the kids’ stuff over including the portacot. I didn’t want to bring the portacot back, knowing that we’d be bringing it back in just a couple days, so we brought the Winnie the Pooh bed with us and put the baby in the crib.
Last night about 12:30 I heard the pitter patter of little feet. I knew it wasn’t Precious, the 3 year old, because she runs everywhere. It had to be Cutie. (By the way, those aren’t their real names. Just in case you wondering.) I opened my eyes and there she was, looking up at me. She was a bit disturbed and she patted my pillow, indicating that she wanted to sleep with me. I said no, she couldn’t stay with me and I walked her back to her bed. She eventually went back to sleep and I was able to spend the night in my own bed.
So I’m afraid that the days of her staying in her imaginary cage happily reading books are just about over. It’s still early in the morning so I’m interested to see how she deals with it this morning. Our first daughter transitioned to a regular bed quite easily but they are two different little girls!