Big Boy Bed

So this weekend Grady finally said goodbye to his crib and welcomed the “big boy bed.” Joshua had to say goodbye to his crib much younger than Grady because, well, because Grady was coming and he needed the crib. Joshua was still young enough that I don’t think he understood that he could get out of the toddler bed so bedtime routine was pretty much same as normal and the transition was smooth.

I worried with Grady. Worried that he would keep getting up out of the bed and it would be a fight to get him to go to sleep. I also didn’t want him to feel an attachment to his crib and not like the bed and cry for his crib back. All these little anxieties going into it.

I told Grady that he could pick out new bedding for his new big boy bed. So we went to Walmart. When it comes to toddler size bedding there isn’t a huge selection, especially in this Valley where it’s near impossible to find ANYTHING for little boys! (Boymoms of the LCV can I get an amen?!) But he chose this Disney Cars bedding was pretty thrilled about it. When I got home I tore apart the crib and hauled up Joshua’s old big boy bed from the basement. I got it all put together and Grady was so excited. He loved it!




Grady kept going into his room and crawling into his new bed. He couldn’t wait to take his first rest in his new bed and felt like such a big boy. Bedtime routine came and we followed suit like we do every night. Baths, brushed teeth, kisses to daddy and crawled into bed. I tucked him in and sang to him (like I do every night) shut out the lights and closed the door..held my breath…all is quiet…sat down on the couch…still quiet…watched some tv…no movement from the bedroom…went to bed and woke up the next morning to a little boy opening his bedroom door. First night in the big boy bed went flawlessly.

I could say that I got lucky with how easy it is to put my kids to bed. How easy it’s always been to put my kids to bed, but that would be a lie. Because it isn’t luck. It was hard work. It started with all the work I put into creating a bedtime routine and sticking to that routine. And this isn’t me tooting my horn (although it is my blog and I’ll brag if I want to) but my honest belief, which comes from my experience as a teacher and a mother, that kids thrive off consistency. Bedtime routine started with Joshua when he was a tiny newborn. I’ve always given the boys a bath, brushed teeth, put on their pajamas, sang them a lullaby and tucked them into bed. Every night. In that order. And sometimes we’ll have something going on at night and it gets too late for a bath so we’ll have to skip the bath but we still brush our teeth, tell dad goodnight, put on our PJ’s, sing lullabies and lights out. Joshua at 5 1/2 still asks me to sing to him every night and I will be crushed when he gets too big and asks me not to sing to him anymore. I’ll hold onto it for as long as I can.

No more diapers. No more cribs. No more babies in the Tumelson house. (Insert all the bittersweet emojis)

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