Does she look big enough for a “Big Girl Bed?”

Well ready or not (or maybe a little of both) here it is!

Do you see the purple pillow?  She actually sleeps on this side because this is the side she slept on in her crib so we wanted to keep it the same for a while.  It seems to work out well because we just fold the comforter back and wha-la bed made.

Her bed is so big (or rather her room is so small) that this is the only place we could put her bed without it invading all the space in her room.

So how’s it going you ask?

Nights

Sleeping at night is awesome!  Her bedtime routine (reading her ABC book with Daddy) is the same as before and she goes to bed with no complaints.  ALTHOUGH… last night (her 3rd night) Luke and I were laying in bed and we heard a thud.  I was like – what was that?!  In a non-shalaunt voice Luke said “Alyssa falling off her bed.”  I was like “Huh?” Then I was like “OH!” and I sprinted upstairs to find Alyssa looking at her bed as if thinking “what happened?”  I held her for a minute and then put her back in her bed and she went right back to sleep. 

Naps

Well naps haven’t been as easy.  Actually they have been terrible.  I’ve been doing the same routine as I did with her crib, but she’s not going along with “the plan.”  She’ll be fine until I’m about to walk out the door and then the craziness begins.  Today she cried and I sang her another song then left.  She got out of bed and I put her back in bed about 10-15 times (no exaggeration).  After about an hour of this nonsense I decided to hold onto the door handle of her bedroom so that she would just give up and get into bed and go to sleep.  Well when I did this she played with the door handle and locked the door! 

After less than 5 more minutes of crying it was silent.  I waited a while then checked the door to make sure – yep locked.  I wasn’t that worried because it’s one of those push locks so it’s easily unlocked from the inside if you turn the door handle.  So I just anxiously waited until she woke up.  Thankfully Luke came home from work early.  He wasn’t as relaxed as I was, but I tried to assure him that I thought it would be okay.  As we were talking downstairs in our room we heard footsteps.  I was pretty funny because Alyssa was greeted by cheering parents and just gave a big smile.  She was probably thinking…what’s the big deal?  I don’t think she knew she had locked herself in her room.