Directionless No More

Realizing my reluctance to put him in a big boy bed, Park apparently decided to take matters into his own hands.

Literally.

And I’m not even referring to his attempt to strong arm me into the decision by scaling the four walls of his crib for well over 6 months now, either. Regardless of my appreciation of the craft he has developed for artfully getting in and out, this mommy still had every intention of holding firm on her initial decision to keep the baby bed in tact until closer to his third birthday.

Need I say that the stubborn gene runs rampant in our family?

A few mornings ago, Park greeted us bedside with a look of sheer excitement in his eyes. “I broke my bed, but that’s OK. Now I have a little bunk bed!” he exclaimed proudly.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I shoved lovingly urged Chris out of bed to investigate what all the commotion was about. Turns out, Park had managed to remove the front rail of his crib.

Which might not have been so alarming if his crib was actually made to convert.

Now I’m not 100% sure how it happened, so I’d hate to point any fingers. But, I do seem to remember a certain someone re-assembling the crib when we moved here from our previous home, without so much as a glance toward the directions.

And after the crib was once again standing, that person’s wife might have pointed out that she did not remember the rail being quite so wobbly, to which she was immediately reassured by her husband that he had the situation under control.

Knowing all too well that I was not going to be excited about the dangling crib rail that inadvertently squashed my dreams of keeping up the illusion that my big boy was still a baby, Chris tried to be as inconspicuous as possible when reporting the results of his inspection.

“Babe, where might one look to locate directions for something they purchased, um... say, 2 years prior, perhaps? “

Well, my love, I’m so glad you asked.

I've established a binder where I house ALL directions to any items purchased that we may possibly need to refer to in the future. It is wonderful to be able to pull it out to find just about anything I wouldn’t ordinarily know how to locate. Ours is nothing fancy and is not overly organized, but it makes for an easy way to stay ahead of the “Where in the world did I put that?” game.

Unfortunately, I created that valuable little wealth of knowledge AFTER we purchased the crib. (Sure am glad I didn't point any fingers earlier, seeing as it is might be a tad bit difficult to consult directions that we no longer own, and all.)

Looks like our big boy will be sleeping in his "little bunk bed" indefinitely. Or at least until I have the heart to move him to his real bunk beds. Perhaps I'll wait until it is closer to his third birthday.