I've been putting it off for way too long, transitioning Bennett to his "big boy bed". There were so many reasons NOT to move him out of his crib. So I didn't. But I think the major reason I haven't done it is because I was hanging on to him as my "baby".
But look at this kid. He is certainly not a baby anymore. He's a little kid. A kid that needs me to start treating him more like a small kid, and less like a baby.
I wrote this post. And the first couple of nights, he did really well. He slept in his bed all night and didn't give us too much trouble. But then, after night 2 or 3, he started getting out of bed constantly and coming out of his room. It became like a game to him. He'd open is door and make some noise, and then wait for us to walk down the hall, and then SLAM, he'd close his door. It was a battle to get him to stay in his room, and I definitely didn't want to resort to locking him in.
So... back in his crib he went.
Fast forward a month or two, which brings us to a couple of weeks ago. We decided we'd give the bed another shot. And I'm not sure what has changed, but something clicked and it's been much easier this time. He doesn't always stay in bed, and in fact, if he's out of bed and he hears us coming -- he makes every effort to run and get back in bed before we open the door. I much prefer this tactic, than him playing games and slamming doors when baby brother is sleeping next door to him. :-) Bennett has only come out of his room once. Last week, Philip and I were downstairs painting after the kids went to bed, and then all of the sudden we hear the pitter-patter of little feet and then out pops Bennett from around the corner with a shocked look on his face. I don't think he expected to find the family room rearranged and us painting the wall a different color. But he happily went back upstairs and went to sleep.
Oh and naps? I thought he'd give up his naps when we moved him to his bed. But nope. He naps like a champ in his bed. Not every day, but most days! It's been wonderful.
I think the lesson that I've learned this this transition, is that I shouldn't push anything onto my kids. As much as I wasn't ready to move Bennett over to his bed, I don't think he was ready either. It was clear that the first attempt we made, it just wasn't going to happen. Sometimes kids just need a little more time. And that's okay. We just need to take it one step at a time, and pay attention to our children's queues. They will let us know when they're ready for the next step -- whatever the situation is. I'm thankful for my little man for teaching me this lesson!
Oh and now? Easton can finally stop sleeping in the pack n' play. Ha ha.