For some reason my son is in love with my bed. He loves to curl up in the sheets, nap there, play there, roll there, jump there. It doesn't even matter if it has it's sheets on it. The boy will take the basket off the chair to get up there. And he hates coming down. It's an interesting phase.
We had a busy productive weekend stripping trim, planting more flowers (I know, is it possible?), visiting the Grandparents, debating how to get rid of poison ivy among flowers, going to a graduation party...we're exhausted. My brain has melted down so much I can't even think of the cute stuff Matthew said this weekend. What a shame. Because the whole reason for this blog is the boy. Of course, the plants creep in there just like poison ivy. I should probably put a warning on the blog. CAUTION: This lady is a plant nut! Don't read further if not interested in every tiny detail of her plants. (As they say on Everybody Loves Raymond, it's not really about the kids...)
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I think almost everyone I encountered today was tired. This is a tiring month, but fun! Maybe it will be easy for your boy when it is time for him to make the switch to a big boy bed--unlike someone I could mention who was dismayed by having to give up her baby bed!!!
My little guy used to roar, "STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT BED!" and 'STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT UNDERWEAR!" when it was time to move out of his baby bed, also about move from pull-ups to big-boy underwear. I remember Mom's bed as huge, soft, covers big enough to tunnel under, smelled good.
Errr...yes...I really hated to give up my baby bed. I know I could crawl in and out of it and pop the mattress on it's side to ride like a horse, but I still wanted to stay there. Thank goodness for Strawberry Shortcake. If you couldn't have bribed me out with them I don't know what you would have done!
In the summer I liked to nap on my parents bed, before falling asleep in my own, because it was so big and cool. My room got sun all day and could be rather not cool at bedtime. I guess there is some major comfort from your parents bed...
I think the time is coming for Matthew to roar about not wanting to potty train or where big boy undies! Thanks for sharing that great memory!
I bet you'd have been as crinked up as a big Z. Kids stuff--I know you liked Alvin and the Chipmonks. Were you part of the Hamster Dance era, by Hampton the Hampster?
There's something magical about the BIG BED. It feels so safe and full of fun. My first memories (over 50 yrs old now) are of being in my parents" bed, gloriously happy and feeling loved!
And those "momeries" of weekend mornings with my kids tucked in with me, watching cartoons or reading the funny papers together are incredible blessings.
Even potty traing will have an up-side when he's grown!
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