Moving On Up...

Yesterday and today have been very busy indeed. Big D and I have moved Jam out of his toddler bed into a very fabulous loft bed. The only problem with the bed that I ordered was that I failed to take measurements and thus, when Big D came home from work to assemble it, it didn't fit in Jam's room where I thought that it might. So, we swapped Jam's room with Mudd's and this involved a ton of work that I didn't forsee, and an excited but slightly leery Jam. "New room AND new bed?"

Mudd was really easy going about the whole thing, then again, he's only six months old. So, I know that you aren't supposed to introduce too many changes to a two year old, less they get overwhelmed and tantrum out on you. But Jam was being way too cool about the whole thing. He begged Big D to take eighteen naps (he LOVES the number eighteen...everything is always eighteen) in it...this coming from a kid who will do anything to avoid the nap. We read our goodnight books in Jam's new room (aka Mudd's room) and that is when I noticed that maybe the novelty was wearing off because Jam didn't look too excited about the prospect of going to bed...at all.

We put his toddler bed under the loft, and this was more of a logistical thing because Big D didn't want to carry it up into the attic. But now it seemed like Jam wanted to hang out a while longer in his old bed. I looked at the new bed with the fabulous Pottery Barn fishy sheets and down comforter and was tempted to set up camp there tonight. When we set up the bed, Jam picked his favorite stuffed animals and those were the ones that made the cut. The other unlucky fellows stayed below in the old bed. I was feeling sorry for the pig, cat and puppy. I mean, what did the funky looking octopus have on them anyway? But now, Jam was feeling a little apprehensive and he called out the big (and little)dogs. He grabbed all of his forgotten pals and and carried them up to his new bed...only then was he ready to call it a night.