My little guy has been doing big boy things for a long time. Potty trained for over a year (minus nighttime). Out of the crib by 18 months. Talking in full blown sentences since I can’t remember when. So just when it seems that he has done it all, something else happens to remind us that he is still growing up.
This week Granny sent Liam Daddy’s old comforter and pillow cases. I’d being lying if I didn’t say he was disappointed at first that there were no fire trucks on them. He didn’t quite understand how someone could have a blanket with cars and trucks but not fire trucks. After talking it over with Dad, Liam is happy thinking that the cars on the comforter are being driven by fire fighters on their way to the station.
When I told Liam that I would put the new comforter on his bed, he insisted that he didn’t need the bed rails anymore. Needless to say I was a bit hesitant. It was just last week that I went to check on him in bed and found him with his feet on the pillow. The boy moves a lot when he sleeps. His bed, which was also his Dad’s, is a long way off the floor. Even his fall when we were at Nana & Grampy’s house in Maine, Liam took a midnight tumble out of the bed. But his stubborn bone won out. We would try no rails.
He has made it three nights without a problem. I’ve woken up each night with the need to check on him and make sure he isn’t dangerously close to the edge. He’s been fine each night. Looks like he’s got this big boy bed thing covered.