kenny goes to the mattresses

Kenny says, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Last weekend we finally purchased a "big boy bed" for Kenny and he made the move from crib to bed on Sunday night. I'm proud to say that he hasn't looked back (or across the room, in this case), and seems to be enjoying life on a box spring. It definitely helps that he's been napping on a cot at daycare for a long time now, but we were worried he would miss the ol' crib. Not so much.

Kenny's favorite part of his new sleeping arrangement seems to be the cup holder that snaps onto the bed rail that I installed with a maximum of effort and cursing. You wouldn't believe how deceptively pain-in-the-ass that was. But I digress. The cup holder has launched a new game of, "Where'd my cup holder go?" So you know, the answer is usually, "Somewhere on the other side of the room or under the bed, after Kenny has tested its aerodynamics."

With the new bed, we're also phasing out his rocking chair. Instead of reading our bedtime stories in the chair and then placing Mr. K in his crib, we're crawling in bed with him. This is great for now, but I'll be curious to see how easily Overboard finagles that as she gets bigger in the belly with Prof. Goldblatt. We've also been discussing a big comfy chair that seats 2+ as the new rocker. Maybe even one of them glider chairs. We'll see.


Overboard seems to enjoy the snuggling. Who knew?

The most fascinating element here is that Kenny has yet to crawl out of bed after waking up. I completely expected him to slide out of bed in the morning and start playing with his toys, but Mr. Demanding appears to revel in his ability to have toys delivered to him. And, honestly, who wouldn't? Such is the power of the toddler. It could also be that his new bed is somewhat high off the ground, and he hasn't figured out how to crawl back up into it yet. Just a theory.


Evenkeel and Kenny discuss the finer points of "In a People House" and how it relates to the human condition. What can I say? The kid's deep.

As for the crib, it's now laying in wait for Goldblatt. But while it's unocccupied, I realized that it can be used for its original purpose: containment. Kenny threw a mega-fit this morning about not wanting to wash his hands or brush his teeth. As he grew yellier, I finally abandoned rational thought and logical arguments and stashed him in his crib until he was ready to behave.

All hail baby jail!

During the fourth or fifth visit to inquire if he was ready to be a polite (and clean) member of society, Kenny asked if he could move out of the crib and play in his bed. So the bed has shown to be a favorable destination. Which is nice.