The Big Girl Bed

After saying multiple times that I would keep Zoe in her crib until she climbed out or moved out, I changed my mind. Although I'm quite confident she could climb out, she never did and she is certainly no where near moving out. We moved her to avoid some potty training regression we saw sneaking in on our territory.

Regression is a word that as parents we are confronted with regularly. Following the recent (thoroughly debunked) autism/vaccine scare, we watched our children like hawks post-vaccine, particularly the dreaded MMR. Are they talking a little less? Walking more slowly? Less eye contact? I will admit that I am not a worrier, so this applied less to me and more to many of the moms around me, especially the mamas of boys. I'm happy to say that so far all of our kids appear to be okay, but at multiple times all kids have shown, and will show, different signs of regression.

I expected a big back lash after Oliver was born. I'm not sure what I expected. Jealousy? Hitting? Anger? I didn't get any of those things. I got a child who had started to potty train and then could not be less interested. Okay, I'll take that over hitting, etc... Well, she pulled it together, potty trained herself (which is a separate post) and here we are today.

She is (or was at the beginning of this saga) still in pull ups for her nap and for night time, which I am okay with. She didn't want to wear them, but agreed when I told her that her body wasn't quite ready yet for sleeping in big girl underwear. That is the full title. They must be called "Big Girl Underwear" or a look of utter disdain is focused in my direction. I digress...

I noticed that she went from protesting the pull up and demanding I take it off the minute she wakes up, and generally even taking it off herself, to happily leaving it on and even using it after she had woken up. To me, that was regression, and I wasn't having it.

After a discussion with the the hubs, we asked Zoe if she was ready for a bed, and she was thrilled. I ordered the bed with some nervous anticipation. Would she sleep in the bed? Would she be scared? Would she leave the bed and start making grilled cheese sandwiches at 3 am?

So far, the answers are yes, no, no.

She loves her bed and looks forward to bedtime even more than before the bed arrived. She likes to play in her room and "pretend" to sleep. She is so proud of her bed, that when I accidentally called it a crib the other day she looked at me and practically growled, "I sleep in a big girl bed, NOT in a crib!" So far, although she knows she can get out and does occasionally to get a dropped doll or blanket, she stays put and waits for us to get her out of bed. She still plays happily in her bed, which is hands down my favorite tv show (god bless the video monitor). She is content.

I know this can all change, this is a honeymoon period, blah blah blah. But guess what, oh wait, she is trying to open her door. Gotta go!