A boy and his bed
Two days ago we dismantled the crib and put Maxwell's mattress on the floor. Thanks to grandma and grandpa he's got a brand new bed on the way and we thought we'd get ready. I was worried that he would not know what to do with all the new-found freedom afforded him by the lack of bars. Well, it's 9:41pm and he's in the living room with mommy, watching TV.
I put him down around 8:20 after reading a few books and he looked like he was going to sleep right away. I closed the door and walked back into the living room. I told my wife "Wow, he really went down easy! I'm surprised he's not out here trying to stay awake.".
2 minutes later he comes sauntering into the living room. If you've never seen my kid saunter, it's a trip. The hips swing and it looks amazingly cool. I told him "Max! It's night-night! You need to be in bed!"
He replies "It's time to wake up, Daddy. I've got to dance."
After I finished laughing I put him back down.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I gave up at 9:40. He's in my wife's hands, now.
I put him down around 8:20 after reading a few books and he looked like he was going to sleep right away. I closed the door and walked back into the living room. I told my wife "Wow, he really went down easy! I'm surprised he's not out here trying to stay awake.".
2 minutes later he comes sauntering into the living room. If you've never seen my kid saunter, it's a trip. The hips swing and it looks amazingly cool. I told him "Max! It's night-night! You need to be in bed!"
He replies "It's time to wake up, Daddy. I've got to dance."
After I finished laughing I put him back down.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I gave up at 9:40. He's in my wife's hands, now.