After much discussion, we moved Bean into his first big-boy bed. His previous cot was getting too small. We went go IKEA and bought a bed that would fit the room and Mel gave me a hand to put up a stairgate upstairs last weekend. Katy was feeling crappy yesterday so I had to stay home and mind the bean. We figured it was as good a time as any. Setting up the bed was easy but required an emergency trip to IKEA to buy bed slats on which to put the mattress. We didn’t realize that they weren’t included and nobody mentioned the fact. That was nice, and we spent an extra 20 quid of petrol to buy a 10 quid part.
Bedtime went smoother than I expected and he only messed around two or three times before just settling himself down and going through the night. He did wake up at 6:30 this morning though and, since he’s now unfettered by bars, he wanted out of his room.
He’s now tired and extremely feeble in the most annoying way. He’s been uber-feeble for the last few days, but this is taking it to new hights. I love my bean but if he doesn’t stop flapping and yelling at me for food food and chocolate biscuits, I’ll either kill him or myself…
