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TJ is getting to be quite a big boy. He is now 38 pounds of solid boy! It’s getting hard to lift him in and out of his crib.
We had tried asking him about switching to a big boy bed instead of his crib. He’s slept in a regular bed at his Grandma’s house. But his response to that was, “Mommy, I want to sleep in my crib.” He was looking me right in the eye, not breaking eye contact, with real emphasis on the word crib.
I tried lowering the crib bars to see if he wanted to try climbing out of the crib himself this morning. We spent about 5 minutes with him dangling one leg over the bars, and me trying to cheer him on. I even tried leaving the room to “go to the bathroom” just to see if he would do it without me watching. Instead, I heard, “Mommy! I can’t do it! You get me out of here!”
Sigh.
New game plan.
His birthday is in a little over a month. He’s really looking forward to it, and asks to have birthday cake every couple of hours. We’re going to tell him that, when he gets older and turns three on his birthday, he’s going to get his very own big boy bed. We’re really talking it up to be something special. Hopefully, he’ll start to get excited about it, and he won’t freak out when it happens.
The good thing is that his crib converts into a toddler bed, so it’s still going to be familiar to him, not something completely new.
Aren’t most kids in beds by now, having climbed out of their cribs months ago? My Pooks wants to be a big boy so badly, but he’s still just a baby at heart.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
