After Knox learned to climb out of his crib two weeks ago, we decided to go ahead and move him into a “big boy bed” to prevent falling accidents. Little did we know that those would happen anyway! We converted his crib into a toddler bed for a couple days until we could get his twin bed. We decided to just move him into a twin so we wouldn’t have to buy toddler bedding for such a short period of time, plus, it’d be easier to lay down with him in a twin bed than a toddler bed to keep him laying down!
I was thrilled to go ahead and order him his Pottery Barn Kids bedding, which is just as cute in-person. It’s their Lahaina set, and it matches his room perfectly! He also has an embroidered pillowcase with his name on it, but I had to wash it before putting it on the bed.
Obviously, we still need to order his headboard, but we’re waiting until we sell his crib, first. Knox LOVED his new bed and bedding! He rolled all over it and was a little chatterbox of excitement. The first few days were fairly challenging with the new sleeping situation. About five minutes into his first night in the toddler bed, he was out in the hallway. We put a safety knob on his door to keep him inside, and that was working really well for us. Emphasis on the word “WAS” for some foreshadowing. We did a lot of putting him back in the bed, but generally after five times or so and a firm “stay in bed!” from Trevor, he’d stay put and go to sleep.
Once the twin bed came, for about a day, he didn’t think he could get down. This was glorious, because he’d stay in the bed! Like I said, that lasted, oh, not long at all. Back to putting him back in bed ten times a night. Then, he started kicking the door. He would lay in the floor and kick with both feet if he wanted to get out. This was very noisy, and I’m pretty sure bad for the door (not to mention his legs!!).
Two mornings ago, we were laying in bed and he started to kick the door. After about five kicks, all of a sudden the kicks migrated to OUR door. Luckily we always pull the gate closed at night at the top of the stairs! After a happy boy greeted us at our door, we walked into his room to see this behind the door:
I guess one of his kicks made contact with the safety knob and it flew apart. We also found out his missing Dalmatian puppies were hiding behind the door! We were pretty sure that the knob incident was a fluke, so we put it back on and haven’t had further problems.
Then, Saturday night, I was awakened at 1:45 a.m. to a thud and a cry coming from the monitor. Knox fell out of the bed. He scared himself to death, but was totally fine. Though, I have to say, he scared Trevor WAY more! I said “Trevor, Knox fell out of the bed” so he’d get up to get him since Brody was sleeping on top of me. Trevor jumped up and exclaimed “HE FELL OUT OF THE BED?!!!” and literally ran out of the room. Ha ha, I guess awaking him from a deep sleep with that news startled him just a smidge! Knox would always sleep at the foot of the bed in his crib, and in his sleep, he twisted around to do the same thing in his bed. I moved the rail down further, but the same thing happened during his nap the same day. After posting a cry for help on Facebook, several people suggested a Pinterest trick of putting a pool noodle underneath his fitted sheet along the edge of the bed. So, we got one from Target, and voila! It seemed to do the trick! It’s not all that visible, just looks like a little lump under the covers. We left our rail on and curved the noodle around the side to the bottom. Hopefully it keeps working to keep our wild man contained!
The first night, Knox decided the noodle was a very good spot to rest his head. Crazy kid.
All in all, the transition has been easier than I thought it would be, even though it’s taken some work. I am sure he’ll get the hang of staying in bed, and last night he didn’t even get out once! It’s still bizarre to me that my baby is in a big bed. Trevor and I stood and watched him sleep one night this weekend and marveled at how fast he’s grown up. Today, a big boy bed. Tomorrow, he’ll be getting married. Okay, hopefully not tomorrow, but that’s my sentimentality getting the best of me. Babies grow up too fast!