The other day Jonathan and I were discussing moving Jake into a big boy bed, laying out our plan of action if you will.
As of now Jake resides at good ol’ 90210 Crib Street and will for maybe six more months at least.
Jonathan asked how I planned on transitioning him to the elusive big boy bed because frankly it scares the hell out of us to have him able to move freely around the house at night.
I told him that one day we would probably have the crib and the bed set up at the same time in his room and then talk about it all day.
Say things like ‘oh, look at that big boy bed. That’s a nice big boy bed’ or ‘big boys sleep in big boy beds, not cribs’ and well, you get the idea.
Jonathan started laughing and when I asked him what was so funny he said that it will be a sad day when that argument doesn’t hold water anymore.
Can you imagine sitting Jake down as a teenager and having an adult conversation about why he needs to be more mature?
Jacob, big boys don’t partake in underage drinking. Now you want to be a big boy don’t you? Well then as a big boy you need to stick with non alcoholic beverages just like a big boy should…
Yeah. I can see how things are simpler at two.