Big Boy Beds Blow.

Bam Bam used to do cannonballs in his crib.  That is why it’s now sitting, busted, outside our house.  That is also why he has a new, super cute, “big boy bed”.

When we first went to buy his new bed, me eyes welled up looking at all the cute beds, and realizing my baby wasn’t a baby anymore.  Shut up- you know you have, had, or will, when that day comes.

But little did I know, there was much greater reason to cry.

The big boy bed…

It blows.

My son will sleep in it at night… but refuses to nap in it.  And a two year old without a nap, for five days in a row, can bring any agnostic to her knees to beg for mercy.

Here are some things that are apparently way cooler than napping in a big boy bed:

• Throwing everything that’s on the bed as far as you can across the room.
• Opening the armoire, and dumping everything onto the floor.
• Opening your curtains a million times saying “Good morning!”
• Knocking on your own bedroom door.
• Finding lost crayons and eating them.
• Running back and forth across your room “relay style”.
• Making a birthday cake for Pooh Bear.
• Pounding in Morse Code on the walls.
• Climbing your little bookshelf and swinging from the curtains.
• Giving mommy a heart attack.

My son used to be an expert sleeper. He’s sleep trained, and after a bedtime ritual, he would fall asleep on his own, without any hassle.  He’s used to sleeping 12 hours at night, and having a 2 1/2 hour nap every day.

Now, I can actually see his brain start to short circuit by the time 5 pm rolls round.

We are now entering week two of big boy bed naps.

So far, it blows.

Say it five times fast:

Big boy beds blow.

Big boy beds blow.

Big boy beds blow.

Big boy beds blow.

Big boy beds blow.

– Seriously, the alliteration is the only thing getting me through right now.