Phase two of the big girl bed was sleeping in it all night.
After we returned home from our California vacation, it was time.
Once again, we went over the “rules”, tucked her in, and waited outside the door for the first escape attempt (2.5 seconds after the door knob clicked in place).
As a general rule, she exits her room 3 times before exhausting legitimate reasons for retreat and we cut her off from further activities. This has kept every one in much better spirits since we don’t have to retrieve her from her crib multiple times a night and she enjoys the freedom of her new found responsibilities.
It is also quite funny to have her wake me up in the morning. So far, she hasn’t come out of her room before 7:30am and I am fine with that time. Anything earlier and we may have to come up with some morning rules too :).
One of my favorite parts about the Big Girl Bed is that I get to kiss her goodnight every night as I check on her before turning in. The crib allowed no such access. The bed allows for snuggling up together under the covers.
Like one night a few weeks ago. She’d had multiple falls throughout the day and then hurt her knee getting into bed. I asked her if she wanted me to lay down with her for a little bit and she readily agreed.
I tucked her under the covers and we lay side-by-side, giddy as two girls at a sleepover.
My mind reeled back to the two indelible moments when they told us we were having girls. In my hazy enthusiasm laying on the paper covered table, this was a moment I envisioned for our future.
Back in the present, I asked her about her favorite moments from the day in hushed tones and told her about some of the fun adventures we had coming up. “I want to ride a PINK pony, Mommy.”. After a few minutes, she confided that her knee no longer hurt and I asked her if she was ready for me to go. “No.” she said, so we stayed put.
Laying there, I couldn’t help but be jealous of her future friends. The ones that will come over and really will get to have a sleepover with her. She will tell them all of her secrets and they will have a code language for the boys they like and write handwritten, creased notes to each other. (kids still do that, right?). I suppose when this time comes, I won’t be able to have moments like these with her anymore, but I suppose our relationship will have evolved into something else that I’m not able to imagine right now but will enjoy just as much.
I asked her, “does your knee feel better now?”
“No.” she smiled.
I laughed because I knew she didn’t want me to leave. Then she laughed because I was laughing.
When the laughter ended, she tried it again. “My knee still hurts.” Which only made me laugh louder.
Finally, it really was time to go.
We kissed goodnight. Savoring for now our shared moments in the Big Girl Bed.