And then we got our alligator friend to join us.
What are you doing?
Sunday, January 31
What we're doing...
Sunday morning, skipping church. Ian is watching Sesame Street online on half my screen while I check email, blogs, and facebook on the other.
And then we got our alligator friend to join us.
What are you doing?
And then we got our alligator friend to join us.What are you doing?
Thursday, January 28
Coming around
Perhaps we're getting this big boy bed thing figured out. Maybe we can settle down from our month of changes, specifically on the bedtime scene, and find ourselves in a good routine again. I figured the pacifier thing would take about a week... and it did. The big boy bed, well, the past two nights were the only hint of consistency thus far, but maybe that means we're getting there.
First thing we discovered is that Ian sleeps better/longer if we ensure he eats a good dinner. And he'll eat a better dinner if he doesn't snack too much in the afternoon. It makes TOO much sense, really, but these are things that we didn't carefully monitor. Getting Ian to eat all of his food can be a challenge, but if it means TWO more hours of sleep for all of us, then I'll spend the extra time at the dinner table coaxing him to eat those last bites!
You know, the same thing applies with babies... we always try to make sure and get their tummies full so they'll sleep better at night. Somewhere in the transition to table food, you forget about this. I was laying down with Ian in the early morning hours one day, and all I could hear was his little tummy growling. Ohhhhh. I get it!
Ian is reverting to some other babyish behavior since we've rocked his world lately. He is insisting on rocking or having his back patted in order to settle down for his nap and bedtime. Well, let's just say he mostly insists that Mommy does this, and I can't seem to get a good cap on it... meaning we do it indefinitely until Ian is satisfied enough to fall asleep. Enter Daddy. Somehow, John can just rock a little, pat a little, say goodnight, and he's outta there in ten minutes. I will gladly hand over this responsibility. Especially with a growing belly and later, a newborn on the scene, the whole lengthy bedtime scenario was going to weigh on me.
I do love those ah-ha moments when you've finally landed on something that works.
First thing we discovered is that Ian sleeps better/longer if we ensure he eats a good dinner. And he'll eat a better dinner if he doesn't snack too much in the afternoon. It makes TOO much sense, really, but these are things that we didn't carefully monitor. Getting Ian to eat all of his food can be a challenge, but if it means TWO more hours of sleep for all of us, then I'll spend the extra time at the dinner table coaxing him to eat those last bites!
You know, the same thing applies with babies... we always try to make sure and get their tummies full so they'll sleep better at night. Somewhere in the transition to table food, you forget about this. I was laying down with Ian in the early morning hours one day, and all I could hear was his little tummy growling. Ohhhhh. I get it!
Ian is reverting to some other babyish behavior since we've rocked his world lately. He is insisting on rocking or having his back patted in order to settle down for his nap and bedtime. Well, let's just say he mostly insists that Mommy does this, and I can't seem to get a good cap on it... meaning we do it indefinitely until Ian is satisfied enough to fall asleep. Enter Daddy. Somehow, John can just rock a little, pat a little, say goodnight, and he's outta there in ten minutes. I will gladly hand over this responsibility. Especially with a growing belly and later, a newborn on the scene, the whole lengthy bedtime scenario was going to weigh on me.
I do love those ah-ha moments when you've finally landed on something that works.
Monday, January 25
Big Boy or Baby Room
We've purchased furniture, added accessories, and now changed out some decor to make this big boy room transition. What will the nursery decor be? Well, of course, we'll be reusing a lot of stuff, thus marking the beginning of Boy #2 receiving mostly hand-me-downs, poor kid. Before you start feeling sorry for little Isaac, Jace, Seth, whatever-his-name-is... here's the thought. We bought bunk beds thinking the boys will bunk together someday. Most of Ian's nursery decor is NOT babyish, thus designed to stick with him for a while. So, naturally, the new baby's stuff should match, right?
Anyhoo, here are new curtains for Ian's room that John's grandmother made out of the fun fabric I bought on etsy a while back. (Refresher: Ian's room "theme" has been retro transportation.)
Aunt Lydia found this cool wooden airplane wall-hanging, bookshelf thing at a consignment store. Fits the theme, hooray! Here is the before picture where Ian is inspecting things.
Here is the after shot where I stained and painted the airplane to match the new furniture.
BTW- that is a new set of drawers which will initially be used for BabyD2's clothes. We haven't installed the rest of the knobs, yet. So, see... he HAS something of his own. (Although we will probably switch him to the short dresser whenever Ian potty trains since baby will still need that changing table area.)
The airplane was initially intended for Ian's room. But you know what? I think it's going to go in Baby's room! The kid needs something in there! If we put the airplane on the available wall space (above the bed) in Ian's room, it would have to be up really high so that Ian won't mess with it. And then it would probably look funny. And you'd see more of the bottom of it, which is not its best side. So, there you have it. Something for what's-his-name's wall!
Anyhoo, here are new curtains for Ian's room that John's grandmother made out of the fun fabric I bought on etsy a while back. (Refresher: Ian's room "theme" has been retro transportation.)
Aunt Lydia found this cool wooden airplane wall-hanging, bookshelf thing at a consignment store. Fits the theme, hooray! Here is the before picture where Ian is inspecting things.
Here is the after shot where I stained and painted the airplane to match the new furniture.
BTW- that is a new set of drawers which will initially be used for BabyD2's clothes. We haven't installed the rest of the knobs, yet. So, see... he HAS something of his own. (Although we will probably switch him to the short dresser whenever Ian potty trains since baby will still need that changing table area.)
The airplane was initially intended for Ian's room. But you know what? I think it's going to go in Baby's room! The kid needs something in there! If we put the airplane on the available wall space (above the bed) in Ian's room, it would have to be up really high so that Ian won't mess with it. And then it would probably look funny. And you'd see more of the bottom of it, which is not its best side. So, there you have it. Something for what's-his-name's wall!
Friday, January 22
Word Play
The play part of this post refers to our busy week! Monday we went to a kids' art studio (as part of a play group through a church we've been visiting), Tuesday Ian went to school, me to work, Wednesday to the gym and also spent two hours at the McDonalds play place where I randomly met our neighbor, Thursday was school/work followed by a trip to the park, and then today we went to the Just Add Children play place again where I met more moms' groups and even made a business contact. To top it off, we made homemade play dough this afternoon and went back to the park this evening!
Phew!
Needless to say, we have PLAYED a lot this week, and I hope to have a low key weekend!
Now, on to words... I need to document some of Ian's funny little words before he starts to say them normally. Probably not too interesting to anyone else, but it is fun to listen to him learn to talk... and try to guess what he's saying!
Eeg og = yogurt
Fefast= breakfast
Visa wall = sleep well (When we ask "did you sleep well?")
Ts and Cs are mixed up... tar (car), tat (cat), tookie (cookie), stoop (scoop), tow (cow)
When he counts, it usually goes like this: one, two, five, six, five, six...yay! (clap hands)
Seben (seven) Ah-ite (eight) nah-een (nine) ten (clap hands) Where did the twang come from? And I never know what happened to three and four.
Boo-berries (blueberries, it's close, but sounds cute)
Boo bus = school bus
Eye sore = dinosaur
Wuvoo = I love you... it's so sweet when he whispers it before bedtime
Mawcaw = Grandma
Ba Pa = Grandpa
Gi Gaw Caw = Great Grandma
Pi Paw Paw = Great Grandpa
(He does pretty well on other family members' names.)
I can't seem to think of any more right now, but I'm sure there will be more as his vocabulary continues to grow!
Phew!
Needless to say, we have PLAYED a lot this week, and I hope to have a low key weekend!
Now, on to words... I need to document some of Ian's funny little words before he starts to say them normally. Probably not too interesting to anyone else, but it is fun to listen to him learn to talk... and try to guess what he's saying!
Eeg og = yogurt
Fefast= breakfast
Visa wall = sleep well (When we ask "did you sleep well?")
Ts and Cs are mixed up... tar (car), tat (cat), tookie (cookie), stoop (scoop), tow (cow)
When he counts, it usually goes like this: one, two, five, six, five, six...yay! (clap hands)
Seben (seven) Ah-ite (eight) nah-een (nine) ten (clap hands) Where did the twang come from? And I never know what happened to three and four.
Boo-berries (blueberries, it's close, but sounds cute)
Boo bus = school bus
Eye sore = dinosaur
Wuvoo = I love you... it's so sweet when he whispers it before bedtime
Mawcaw = Grandma
Ba Pa = Grandpa
Gi Gaw Caw = Great Grandma
Pi Paw Paw = Great Grandpa
(He does pretty well on other family members' names.)
I can't seem to think of any more right now, but I'm sure there will be more as his vocabulary continues to grow!
Thursday, January 21
Accidental Parenting
Before I head into a blog post that I've mulled over in my mind for quite some time, let me mention that TODAY Ian is 23 months old which means in ONE month, he will be TWO! Oh my goodness! Seriously?
Parenting, well, let's just call it a challenge. A huge responsibility. A task with so many factors and no one formula to make it right. And even if you did everything right, which you won't, then the end result can be completely unpredictable. Good parenting is not for the light of heart! And it doesn't go without a fair bit of praying, OK, sometimes begging for peace, wisdom, patience, a good night's sleep...
I am no expert on parenting. And I'm not really reading up on the subject, either. There are theories and practices that you hear about... like the M&M trick for potty training or using a sticker chart as a reward system for good behavior, etc. So, sure, I hear things. So, the following discoveries I've made while trying to parent my toddler are not novel and can probably be found in a book somewhere. However, I happened upon them by accident. By experimenting. And I offer these as "tips" to other parents who may or may not need them.
It should go without saying that toddlers are generally needy and irrational creatures with a budding sense of independence. But we should give them a little more credit, I think.
First of all, I have found that if I explain things to Ian–like why we are not eating a snack because we are waiting for Daddy to get home for dinner or that we already watched our movie today, so we will have to wait until tomorrow– then he seems to accept his circumstances more readily. Even if I don't think he'll understand what I'm saying, if I calmly explain while trying to make eye contact with him, it really helps to ward off a tantrum!
Eye contact! A while back, we started saying, "Look at me," when giving Ian instructions, and he follows them so much better. Now, just recently he's started intentionally looking away and avoiding our gaze because he knows what comes next. So, yes one triumph may lead to another quest.
Counting has become our new best friend. Ian is learning his numbers and can attribute them to things like toys, food, and the number of times we do something. In order to put a cap on certain activities he likes, for example, being thrown up in the air by daddy, we say "OK, three times... one, two, three. Alright, all done." And he walks away perfectly content. Otherwise, he seems to think the fun can last indefinitely, and he balks loudly when the activity stops.
In summary of these last few observations, Ian functions much better when he knows what to expect. As unpredictable as toddlers can be, they really like predictability!
One other thing that comes to mind... eating. Ian is a picky eater and will eat one thing one day and refuse it the next. Not only are we creative in what we feed him, we have to figure out how to feed him. Some strategies include: one bite for you, one bite for me or "Big bite for a big boy!" Tonight at dinner, we happened upon a gem, and I sure hope it works tomorrow.
Ian decided a few days ago that he didn't want to eat his chicken. Well, for a man who eats little meat, this is a setback. Yesterday we tried bribing him with another favorite food. "Eat a bite of chicken, and we'll give you a blueberry." Well, this only seemed to upset him further. Tonight Ian had a toy dinosaur at dinner. Toys usually don't join us at the table, but we let this one slide... and boy, am I glad we did. We tried to emphasize to Ian that dinosaurs eat meat, so he should, too. This turned into a "feed the dinosaur" our chicken, and then the dinosaur "shared" his food with Ian. It worked like a charm. Ian (and the dinosaur) finished all his chicken!
I don't give myself any pats on the back for these little parenting victories. Because I well know things may change tomorrow. I'm just amazed at what comes to mind sometimes, what ends up working, and how our relationship grows as we learn to communicate with one another. This must be where that prayer comes in, because I know I couldn't figure this out on my own.
So, if you made it to the end of this very long post, then you deserve another cute pic of my boy!
Parenting, well, let's just call it a challenge. A huge responsibility. A task with so many factors and no one formula to make it right. And even if you did everything right, which you won't, then the end result can be completely unpredictable. Good parenting is not for the light of heart! And it doesn't go without a fair bit of praying, OK, sometimes begging for peace, wisdom, patience, a good night's sleep...
I am no expert on parenting. And I'm not really reading up on the subject, either. There are theories and practices that you hear about... like the M&M trick for potty training or using a sticker chart as a reward system for good behavior, etc. So, sure, I hear things. So, the following discoveries I've made while trying to parent my toddler are not novel and can probably be found in a book somewhere. However, I happened upon them by accident. By experimenting. And I offer these as "tips" to other parents who may or may not need them.
It should go without saying that toddlers are generally needy and irrational creatures with a budding sense of independence. But we should give them a little more credit, I think.
First of all, I have found that if I explain things to Ian–like why we are not eating a snack because we are waiting for Daddy to get home for dinner or that we already watched our movie today, so we will have to wait until tomorrow– then he seems to accept his circumstances more readily. Even if I don't think he'll understand what I'm saying, if I calmly explain while trying to make eye contact with him, it really helps to ward off a tantrum!
Eye contact! A while back, we started saying, "Look at me," when giving Ian instructions, and he follows them so much better. Now, just recently he's started intentionally looking away and avoiding our gaze because he knows what comes next. So, yes one triumph may lead to another quest.
Counting has become our new best friend. Ian is learning his numbers and can attribute them to things like toys, food, and the number of times we do something. In order to put a cap on certain activities he likes, for example, being thrown up in the air by daddy, we say "OK, three times... one, two, three. Alright, all done." And he walks away perfectly content. Otherwise, he seems to think the fun can last indefinitely, and he balks loudly when the activity stops.
In summary of these last few observations, Ian functions much better when he knows what to expect. As unpredictable as toddlers can be, they really like predictability!
One other thing that comes to mind... eating. Ian is a picky eater and will eat one thing one day and refuse it the next. Not only are we creative in what we feed him, we have to figure out how to feed him. Some strategies include: one bite for you, one bite for me or "Big bite for a big boy!" Tonight at dinner, we happened upon a gem, and I sure hope it works tomorrow.
Ian decided a few days ago that he didn't want to eat his chicken. Well, for a man who eats little meat, this is a setback. Yesterday we tried bribing him with another favorite food. "Eat a bite of chicken, and we'll give you a blueberry." Well, this only seemed to upset him further. Tonight Ian had a toy dinosaur at dinner. Toys usually don't join us at the table, but we let this one slide... and boy, am I glad we did. We tried to emphasize to Ian that dinosaurs eat meat, so he should, too. This turned into a "feed the dinosaur" our chicken, and then the dinosaur "shared" his food with Ian. It worked like a charm. Ian (and the dinosaur) finished all his chicken!
I don't give myself any pats on the back for these little parenting victories. Because I well know things may change tomorrow. I'm just amazed at what comes to mind sometimes, what ends up working, and how our relationship grows as we learn to communicate with one another. This must be where that prayer comes in, because I know I couldn't figure this out on my own.
So, if you made it to the end of this very long post, then you deserve another cute pic of my boy!
Wednesday, January 20
Monday, January 18
Big Boy Bed: Stage 2
First things first, let's take down the crib. Of course, Ian must help with the many stages of this whole process.
Daddy reads the instructions. It doesn't look too hard to put together.
Ian gets his hammers to be just like Daddy and of course, offer his expertise on the matter.
The bed is up, but something is missing!
Ian helps Mommy get the crib ready for storage while Daddy goes mattress shopping.
Oh, is this what mattresses are for?
Ian tests out his new bed. He thinks it's pretty cool.
The setup for now... well probably get some new bedding soon. And of course, all of Ian's bedtime buddies are on the scene.
A few other additions include storage baskets underneath and a stool for climbing in... as part of a bunkbed, it's pretty tall! Yes, his mother worries about him falling, but so far, so good.
Daddy reads the instructions. It doesn't look too hard to put together.
Ian gets his hammers to be just like Daddy and of course, offer his expertise on the matter.
The bed is up, but something is missing!
Ian helps Mommy get the crib ready for storage while Daddy goes mattress shopping.
Oh, is this what mattresses are for?
Ian tests out his new bed. He thinks it's pretty cool.
The setup for now... well probably get some new bedding soon. And of course, all of Ian's bedtime buddies are on the scene.
A few other additions include storage baskets underneath and a stool for climbing in... as part of a bunkbed, it's pretty tall! Yes, his mother worries about him falling, but so far, so good.
Saturday, January 16
(Not-So) Brief Big Boy Interlude
Let me take a moment to interrupt our big boy bed saga to tell a little bit about our big boy day. Really, all that will be left to tell will be through pictures, so I will try and get on that tomorrow.
This morning we woke up, ate breakfast, and got to work. We took the crib down, and man, was it filthy! Sorry, kiddo, I had no idea how dirty it was on the inside. I never look at it from that perspective. Just lots of dust and goo. I'm beginning to think kids are just walking collections of debris anyway.
The new bed didn't take too long to assemble, actually. A new mattress was purchased. And after lunch, naptime commenced. Since we weaned from the pacifier two weeks ago, Ian has been a little more demanding in his pre-sleep routine (ie: he needs to be rocked now). So, we rocked, settled into bed, and Ian slept for 2.5 hours!
We may have missed the boat on the bedtime routine because it was significantly harder to get him to go down this time. He doesn't seem to think he can get out of his bed by himself, yet, so we'll still have the hollering in the morning or quite possibly the middle of the night. We shall see.
In other news, we attempted another much-needed haircut tonight. John and I schemed over dinner about how to make this process run more smoothly. We thought Ian might enjoy watching a favorite "ooo-vee" while we essentially sneaked up with the clippers. Well, Ian ended up in mommy's lap, but didn't fuss at ALL except for the very beginning! He did SOOOO well compared to last time when he was literally shaking out of anger/fear/frustration/trauma... whatever it is that causes these haircut tantrums. But not this time... he was a pro! Well, still clingy to mama, but not fussy, not fighting, not squirmy. Hooray!
Ian's other big boy adventures today included playing on the tractors at Home Depot and having a sip of daddy's root beer at lunch. And with the haircut, man, does he LOOK like a little boy! Well, we'll continue our big boy bed saga tomorrow then. Thanks for checking in!
This morning we woke up, ate breakfast, and got to work. We took the crib down, and man, was it filthy! Sorry, kiddo, I had no idea how dirty it was on the inside. I never look at it from that perspective. Just lots of dust and goo. I'm beginning to think kids are just walking collections of debris anyway.
The new bed didn't take too long to assemble, actually. A new mattress was purchased. And after lunch, naptime commenced. Since we weaned from the pacifier two weeks ago, Ian has been a little more demanding in his pre-sleep routine (ie: he needs to be rocked now). So, we rocked, settled into bed, and Ian slept for 2.5 hours!
We may have missed the boat on the bedtime routine because it was significantly harder to get him to go down this time. He doesn't seem to think he can get out of his bed by himself, yet, so we'll still have the hollering in the morning or quite possibly the middle of the night. We shall see.
In other news, we attempted another much-needed haircut tonight. John and I schemed over dinner about how to make this process run more smoothly. We thought Ian might enjoy watching a favorite "ooo-vee" while we essentially sneaked up with the clippers. Well, Ian ended up in mommy's lap, but didn't fuss at ALL except for the very beginning! He did SOOOO well compared to last time when he was literally shaking out of anger/fear/frustration/trauma... whatever it is that causes these haircut tantrums. But not this time... he was a pro! Well, still clingy to mama, but not fussy, not fighting, not squirmy. Hooray!
Ian's other big boy adventures today included playing on the tractors at Home Depot and having a sip of daddy's root beer at lunch. And with the haircut, man, does he LOOK like a little boy! Well, we'll continue our big boy bed saga tomorrow then. Thanks for checking in!
Thursday, January 14
Big Boy Bed: Stage 1
On Wednesday, the furniture (bunkbed and chest of drawers) arrived in five large boxes. Ian inspected the boxes and learned about the function of tape.
But it wasn't long until styrofoam became a toy... and a weapon!
But Ian was very helpful in cleaning up the mess.
This Saturday, we will go mattress shopping and assemble Ian's new bed. So, stay tuned for Stage 2!
But it wasn't long until styrofoam became a toy... and a weapon!
But Ian was very helpful in cleaning up the mess.
This Saturday, we will go mattress shopping and assemble Ian's new bed. So, stay tuned for Stage 2!
Tuesday, January 12
General Update
Well, I am back "at work" today since Mother's Day Out started back up. Unfortunately, some of the files I need are at home on our file server, so I'm debating on whether or not I should just piddle around, blog, or be productive. I have to leave to pick Ian up in an hour. Apparently, I have chosen to blog.
Ian's big boy bed comes tomorrow. I don't know how this transition is going to go, but he seems ready. He's been waking up once in the middle of the night in need of "rocking." I am debating on whether or not I should just let him cry and work it out tonight or if it really matters since bedtime is going to look different with new bed arriving on the scene. We shall see!
After a wave of seeing family and finishing up some big work projects, I may have a chance to breathe this week! I went to a scrapbook retreat this past weekend which was a nice way to make the transition from our "holiday" schedule to a more normal routine this week. A lot of people started back last week, but really, this is our first week "back." So, planning on working out more consistently, fixing dinners, and doing some of those things I kept saying we'd do after the holidays.
Baby #2, bless his heart, still doesn't have a name. Wanna help? Just for the fun of it, place your votes for:
Jace Malcolm
Isaac Henry
Seth Evan
Evan is also a contender for first name, and we're open to middle name suggestions. Problem is, no one name is sticking out to us, we just like a few.
Ian's big boy bed comes tomorrow. I don't know how this transition is going to go, but he seems ready. He's been waking up once in the middle of the night in need of "rocking." I am debating on whether or not I should just let him cry and work it out tonight or if it really matters since bedtime is going to look different with new bed arriving on the scene. We shall see!
After a wave of seeing family and finishing up some big work projects, I may have a chance to breathe this week! I went to a scrapbook retreat this past weekend which was a nice way to make the transition from our "holiday" schedule to a more normal routine this week. A lot of people started back last week, but really, this is our first week "back." So, planning on working out more consistently, fixing dinners, and doing some of those things I kept saying we'd do after the holidays.
Baby #2, bless his heart, still doesn't have a name. Wanna help? Just for the fun of it, place your votes for:
Jace Malcolm
Isaac Henry
Seth Evan
Evan is also a contender for first name, and we're open to middle name suggestions. Problem is, no one name is sticking out to us, we just like a few.
Monday, January 4
Rewind
I've been going through pictures getting ready for a scrapbooking retreat this weekend. After seeing how many pics AND scrapbook pages I generated for Ian's first year, I am trying to be a little more decisive this time with Ian's toddler book. It's HARD, though! Can't help it that my kid is so dang cute and does so many noteworthy (in my mind) things on such a regular basis!
Here are some photos from a few weeks ago that I didn't take. Jon, Lydia, and Caleb came down for a visit. We rode the kiddie train at the city park, and Lydia took the two amazing photos of our city's other great features. I hope I'm not stepping on her toes by posting these... I just thought they needed to be shared!
Here are some photos from a few weeks ago that I didn't take. Jon, Lydia, and Caleb came down for a visit. We rode the kiddie train at the city park, and Lydia took the two amazing photos of our city's other great features. I hope I'm not stepping on her toes by posting these... I just thought they needed to be shared!
Saturday, January 2
Not so little, not so big
Somewhere over the course of the holiday hullabaloo, Ian hit the 22-month mark. I've even found myself telling people his age is "almost two," although a lot can change in two months, and I certainly don't want to make him older than he is. Ian has already changed so much since Thanksgiving, and this whole "growing up" process continues to fascinate and sadden me all at the same time.
Just this week Ian has hit some "milestones," of sorts. He decided to start taking shorter naps. Sometimes the variation in nap length is a fluke, but after several straight days of 1.5-2 hour naps (instead of his usual 3-4), I think this is becoming an adjustment in our routine. (It basically means that mommy has to prioritize her time better.)
He also just up and decided to speak in sentences. "I do it" and "I see 'em" are a couple that come to mind right now. His pronunciation has also dramatically improved. He now says his name "Ee-yan" instead of "Een." And Buddy (sleep toy) finally got a "d" sound in his name instead of "buh-ee."
Speaking of, Buddy just stepped into an elevated status since we decided to be rid of pacifiers this week. This process has gone, well, OK for the most part. Our strategy was to wrap up all the pacifiers as a gift to give to a baby, emphasizing that Ian is now a big boy. The whole big boy transition is a little hard for this momma to swallow, and I actually feel sorry for taking away his comfort mechanism. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't caused a whole lot of heartache for Ian, really... in fact, he's slept through the night even! We've encountered some difficulty in getting him down for naps and bedtime, but I think that is to be expected.
The child really IS ready for a big boy bed, and I've been feverishly shopping online. Those darn shipping cost will get you, though. I think I have finally settled on what I want, and I am awaiting a shipping quote before I finalize the sale. The good thing about online furniture shopping is that you can avoid pesky salespeople. So, here is the line we're considering, although I think we are just buying the bunkbed and chest of drawers for now. We'll supplement with the black furniture we already have and probably buy some cherrywood pieces in the future.
The bunkbed splits into two twins, so Ian will have the portion with the rails as his "toddler bed." Then he'll get the other twin when Baby #2 is ready for the "toddler bed," and then someday the boys will bunk together. We're hoping this will be a versatile piece of furniture that will last us a while. I hope the transition to "big boy bed" goes smoothly... Ian does seem excited about the process when we talk about it. And he certainly seems ready to be done with that silly crib!
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