
After nearly 39 months of relative confinement, J & O have finally made the transition to big beds...err...BED. We've been putting it off due to what I like to call "floorplan issues" in our house, but finally found a solution that seems to work, at least for now. For those who haven't been to our house, we've got a split entry with 2 bedrooms on the upper level, and 2 bedrooms on the lower level. The master bedroom is upstairs, so naturally we put the kids in the other room on the same level- an arrangement that served us well, since we do most of our living on the upper floor.
Now, Little Miss O has been vaulting out of her crib for well over a year now- I think we've got a future gymnast on our hands- and about the time she started, I dug out the instructions for the cribs to figure out how to convert them to toddler beds. Imagine my surprise to find that they are not 3 in 1 cribs, rather 2 in 1, and they will only convert to full size beds. CRAP. There's no way 2 full size beds were going to fit in that room, and I just couldn't move my precious little ones to the lower level to fend for themselves. Buying single beds to get them through a year or two until they could move into their own rooms seemed like a colossal waste of money. So in the cribs they stayed, O climbing in and out like she was stepping over a crack in the sidewalk, and J yelling for help when he was ready to get in our out.
Until last Friday.
Steve and I disassembled the cribs, and swapped them for a queen size bed from one of the spare rooms. Our solution was/is to have them sleep together...after all, they weigh a whopping 54 lbs combined, and a queen size bed provides PLENTY of space for them. Plus, they're twins. They like to be close, right? And it's not a lifetime commitment- they'll move downstairs in a year or so when they're ready.
Friday night was pretty rough, but we expected that it would be. Bedtime normally takes, ummm...2 minutes, and it took about an hour for them to settle down and go to sleep. Saturday night was a breeze, but I was out with some friends, so Daddy got to enjoy that victory. Sunday night was a NIGHTMARE. Perhaps it seemed worse because the adults in the house were trying to watch the Red Sox/Rays game (bummer, Sox), but it was like the kids had injected pure sugar straight into their veins. They were wild. J actually laughed at me when I told him he was being naughty and that I was getting mad. Nothing like that to send mom into orbit. But they eventually settled down and went to sleep, and they've been doing great ever since. I check on them before I go to bed every night, and I usually have to spin J around so that he's got his head on the pillow instead of his feet, but he'll get it figured out. And in the meantime, he's got O as a "bumper" to keep him from falling out all together. Kinda like being in the womb again?!?