These pictures have almost nothing to do with the post but this is Carson first thing in the morning, bright and bushy tailed, now if only he wouldn't eat like a bird!
Andrew has gone fishing with his Dad in the big sky state of Montana for a whole week! Before he left I had one request, please set up Carson's big boy bed! Carson is such a great son (almost always) and I think he is ready...or maybe I am just ready for him to be in a big boy bed so we are in transition stage.
When I was getting ready to wash Carson's sheets for the first time prior to making his bed he got so excited when he saw then. He ran over to where I was and pulled the sheets out of my hands and laid them onto the hallway floor. He then proceeded to lay down on them...for awhile...weird but kind of cute! So far so good I thought.
I really want him in his bed before summer is over but it we'll see. You see he is not only getting a new bed but a new room-not my idea but whatever.
The wrought iron bed itself was hand-made by Andrew's Uncle Richard, what talent-I LOVE it! I spy Carson's head...
Anyways, I got the crazy idea that I could have him "bed-trained" during the week Andrew was gone. Fortunatley, we had a trial run before he left on his trip and I stupendously underestimated how much that boy moves in his sleep.
First time in his bed...and little slugger too. Andrew and I were so excited we took a few pictures and just watched him sleep like we did right after he was born and then we realized that we were being total nerds and let him sleep without a flash.
Love the tan lines.
He fell off the bed the first time at 10pm...got him back into bed. 5am rolls around and I hear him crying through the monitor so I sprint-literally into his room. I can hear him, but I can't see him ANYWHERE. Granted it was dark, but still he was nowhere to be found. I checked both sides of the bed and then I realize that he not only had fallen off the bed but had also rolled under it! Let's just say he hasn't slept in his bed since and I have slept better knowing that he is caged in...is that bad?!
Experienced parents out there, any tips for the amatuers?
The wrought iron bed itself was hand-made by Andrew's Uncle Richard, what talent-I LOVE it! I spy Carson's head...
Anyways, I got the crazy idea that I could have him "bed-trained" during the week Andrew was gone. Fortunatley, we had a trial run before he left on his trip and I stupendously underestimated how much that boy moves in his sleep.
First time in his bed...and little slugger too. Andrew and I were so excited we took a few pictures and just watched him sleep like we did right after he was born and then we realized that we were being total nerds and let him sleep without a flash.
Love the tan lines.
He fell off the bed the first time at 10pm...got him back into bed. 5am rolls around and I hear him crying through the monitor so I sprint-literally into his room. I can hear him, but I can't see him ANYWHERE. Granted it was dark, but still he was nowhere to be found. I checked both sides of the bed and then I realize that he not only had fallen off the bed but had also rolled under it! Let's just say he hasn't slept in his bed since and I have slept better knowing that he is caged in...is that bad?!
Experienced parents out there, any tips for the amatuers?