Ikea Jones and the Big Boy Bed of Doom
December 17, 2007
Dun dun duuuuuun!
God, but we're nuts.
Noah has been rather ornery about his crib lately -- preferring to sleep all spread-eagle on our bed, to the point of requesting "big bed nite-nite." (Hey kids! Nobody tells you this, but I will: Go and get yourself all officially speech-delayed and I promise you, your parents will JUMP to obey every request you deign to put into words. Fish, barrel, kabloom.) He didn't really care if we were there with him or not, so we wondered if maybe -- just maybe -- our 95th-percentile-for-height boy was feeling a mite cramped in his crib.
So Jason posed the question this weekend: "Noah, would you like your OWN big bed? In your OWN room?"
Noah thought about it for a second: "Yep!"
I was less convinced (last week I asked him if he wanted a knuckle sandwich and he replied, "YEP! WIT JAM!"), but then I remembered that holiday ornaments are currently 75% off at IKEA, and also they look like glass but are actually plastic -- a good call since Noah's obsession with all things ABALL continues unabated. And the front hall closet really needs a Solution of some kind.
So we went to IKEA. We bought a big boy bed. It has a tent. I wish MY bed had a tent. Like, I am really very annoyed that my bed does not have a tent.
After we disassembled the crib, moved and reassembled the crib in the spare room (which now, with the crib and a wardrobe full of receiving blankets, looks an awful lot like a baby's room, which is GREAT, I AM BEING MOCKED BY A ROOM), assembled the big boy bed and had bitten our potty-mouth tongues down to nubs, we brought Noah in for the unveiling.
He thought about it for a second: "Nope."
It took a few trips -- five, actually -- back upstairs to escort him back to bed, but eventually he figured it out and fell asleep. He slept all night, woke up around 8 and amused himself quietly with his books until Jason went to get him. A raging success, I'd say.
Except...for right now, which is naptime. I don't know what he's doing up there, but I know he is definitely not sleeping. But I've decided I'm okay with that, so long as he continues to not know how to operate a doorknob. Behold, my foolproof plan!
(He was smiling and laughing right up until he realized I had the camera. Then he was all, "WOE FOR POSTERITY. BEHOLD THE TORTURE.")
(Seriously. A TENT. I WOULD NEVER LEAVE MY BED IF IT HAD A TENT.)
What a coincidence! My boy needs a 'Big Boy Bed,'too! But he's 15.5 and 6' 1", and it's the twin size that's killing him. He'd probably like a tent though, and the awesome bedding!
Heh, that face says it all.
Ikea has the best kids beds ever. Never mind a bed with a tent, I just want to live at Ikea. They serve food. I think I could make it work.
See how he feels about sharing his tented bed? 'Cause I'm all for it or he can sit outside and I can hang out inside. In a freaking tent.
And I won't go into how incredibly old I suddenly feel with your child and the talking and the sleeping in a real bed.
What a big milestone. The first of many. Happy sleeping!
That picture is too cute.
psh, is it wrong to be so jealous of Noah and his fancy tent bed? If it's wrong than I don't want to be right!
I had a tent in junior high -- loved it! It was a "full on" tent too, as in the tent completely covered the bed. I hardly ever came out. (Okay, for food, TV and to pee but that's seriously about it.)
I wonder if they still make those things...hmm...
I so deserve a tent on bed.
I love Noah's t-shirt.
I'm also presuming that presshuusss has not realised he can seperate the letters from the surrounds of that rubber alphabet mat you've got going on there.
Because when mine realised they could be pulled apart, I think it lasted a total of about 45 minutes in our house before I collected it all up in a rubbish bag and put it out on the gutter.
No wonder one of them can't talk and the other one is slow to read.
Noah looks exactly like Jason in the second picture. Except for the hair.
Awwww. Big boy bed. And I love the tent. Did you get out of Ikea relatively unscathed this time?
Suddenly I have a very strong urge to visit their website. Uh oh.