Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Bed Story

When we got home from our outings yesterday there was a HUGE box by the front door. My mum and pops said it was my new bed and I was all like "wha' dat?" because my parents have a bed but I have a crib and I like it that way just fine. But I got a little excited when my pops started putting the bed together. It's little like me. And orange. Mom says I am not orange because I am not an Ooompa Loompa. I decided to help so I grabbed a screw and got down to business.What you may not know is that playing with balls is an essential part of the assembling-the-toddler-bed process. Balls can go under the bed frame.And over, if you feel so inclined.It didn't take long before my new bed was ready for a trial run. And, as luck would have it, I had just finished my bath and was ready to jump in. My bed is a lot like my crib but the coolest feature is also the scariest feature. I can leave it whenever I want.
After a rough start to using the bed - last night I got up many, many times - I gave my mom a break and let her transfer me from the car to the new bed without waking up so I could take my first nap in my new bed. New beds are pretty cool. They can fit you and all your old friends, just like a crib.

1 comment:

Cathy said...

Awesome! I hope tonight goes smoothly for the new bed! What did he do when he woke up??? When we first moved Quinn he used to sit in his bed and call me, as if he couldn't get out! Maybe Henry's smarter than that. =)