Yet another milestone this weekend for Drew. He spent his first night in his very own big-boy bed.
He would have been in it last weekend, had the incompetents at Simmons sent us the correct nuts and bolts for the bed rails we needed to convert his crib to a full-size bed.
But after much swearing and cursing by his dad, Drew has his bed. In an effort to help him feel empowered (and thus much more likely to go to bed at night without kicking and screaming), we let him pick out his own bedsheets and covers. I was hoping for something really cute, with perhaps a nice, subtle train or car design - something I could easily find some tasteful matching fabric for, out of which could be made curtains and lampshades and the like.
Drew, however...not so much into subtle tastefulness.
No, he went straight for the searingly bright blue and red Spiderman print sheets.
"Piderman!" he cried, exuberantly. "I want piderman for my big-boy bed!"
OK, admittedly, it's tacky, but as Charles says, it's not about me. (even though I have to look at it every day, but never mind...)
The bed, however, is comfortable in the extreme. Drew's first nap on it, yesterday, lasted almost four hours. When I sent Charles up to wake him, this is what happened instead...
I think the bed is a hit, don't you?