Let's Hear It For The Boy

I am so proud of Sam Crabb right now! We decided a few weeks ago that with Baby Ellie on the way, it was T-I-M-E to move Sam out of our bed. For months, he has been going to sleep in his bed and then coming to our room sometime in the middle of the night. It has not bothered me; in fact, I love cuddling with him and actually sleep better knowing he's just inches away from me. Plus he doesn't wake up until 7:30 or 8:00 if he's in our bed! But I also knew that we were about to have a newborn who will most likely be in our bed for part of the night, and the thought of two not-so-skinny adults, a squirmy toddler and a wakeful infant all in one bed is a little too cozy for me.

So, we decided two weeks ago to start the transition. I was prepared for World War III over this transition, complete with wailing and gnashing of teeth- but it was an AMAZINGLY easy ordeal. He protested some, fussing a little less each night and after a few days, he just gets under his covers with his loves and goes to sleep! WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?

The only caveat was that he started waking up at 5:30- wide awake and ready to play and eat beal-beal (oatmeal). My friend Hayley suggested putting an alarm clock in his room and set it for the time we wanted him to get up (within reason, of course, I don't think 10 am would work). Last night, we put the clock on music to go off at 6:30 am, told him he had to stay in his bed until the radio played and went to sleep thinking there was no freaking way this was gonna work. Then, miracle of all miracles, the kid comes running into our room this morning at 6:35, "Mommy, the mucis, the mucis!!".

Maybe it was a fluke and maybe I'm counting my chickens, but I think tonight we'll set the alarm for 7:00...