First on the agenda was moving Miss Priss into her "big girl bed" and out of the crib. We were able to acquire a very gently used set of bunk beds (thanks again Stacy & Frank!), but decided to paint them white to make them a little more girly. If you've spoken to me at all in the last two weeks you know what a task this little paint job has turned out to be, and I swear now that these damn beds are going to be the death of us all. Fortunately, my dear hubby has persisted enough to at least get the bottom bunk finished (just one final coat remains to get the top bunk done), so that we could at least get started with swapping Taylor into her new bed. I have to admit, I was really nervous about the switch. I've heard so many horror stories from other parents of kids that just flat refused to sleep in a regular bed, plus the fact that she refuses to even consider laying down on any of the other beds in the house (Wrestle-Mania anyone?) made me all the more apprehensive. However, I was pleasantly surprised when after only about a two minute fit, complete with trying like hell to turn the bedroom doorknob, I heard her crawl back into bed and turn on her Glo-worm. Within minutes, there was not a peep.
Sprawled out on top of the covers. She still doesn't really like to sleep on the pillow or under the covers. Usually I find her spread eagle somewhere toward the middle or foot of the bed.
This bed ROCKS!!!!!
The only bad part was that I didn't think to open up her door that night when we went to bed. The next morning when I went to wake her up, I felt horrible when she was sitting in the floor in front of her door sucking her thumb and waiting patiently to be let out. Needless to say, I opened the door last night and this morning she came and met me as I was getting breakfast ready. I felt much better, and cleared my mind of any worries that the day before would scar her enough to cause her to become a juvenile delinquent in 15 years (Rest assured though, I'm sure Jody and I will manage to get that job done whether we like it or not!).
Our second task for this weekend was to at least attempt to begin potty training. I was fairly certain that Taylor is not really ready to go at it hard core, but a lot of people I know with kids around the same age have at least started making that introduction. I figured what the hell, it can't hurt, right? WRONG. After only two hours of trying to make "potty breaks" during which Taylor just did not want to sit on the potty because, duh, this kid just hates to be still for any length of time (I blame Jody's DNA for that one. I'm perfectly happy to sit in the same spot for an entire day and not even move an inch.), and three soaked pair of training pants, we called it quits. I decided that not only is Taylor not even close to ready (I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a clue when she's about to pee either.), but I don't think I really am either. I'm just not in a place where I have the energy or patience it's going to require to really work on this one.
Big girl undies! Five seconds later they were soaked and so was my carpet.
But hey, I figure we at least accomplished one of our transitions, and I'm pretty stoked about that one alone. We're still not 100% there during naptime, but by god when it's time to go to bed at night, we have had three successful nights in a row. I figure that's pretty good for an 18 month old.
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