big boy bed

Oh, boy. That’s my boy.
Though bedtime has become a battle in my house as of late, there are actually a few sweet rituals that have little to no hysteria-three year-old-hostage stand-off- negotiation type qualities. One of those rituals happens to be a discussion about dreams… After I’ve told him a story about how houses are built in a factory run by five men named Bob, Steve, Joe, Fred, and Roger (don’t ask), I rock him in the chair and tell him to have sweet dreams. Of course, conversation ensues… J: What should I dream about, Mommy? Me: Tonight, you should dream about chocolate chips, rainbows and Giraffes who play the violin— J: No, no, no, Mommy. I’m ...Read More
09.01.10
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For the past few weeks, Baby-Ko has woken up saying “Mommy, I’m up from my dream! Come get me!” As I pick him up out of his crib (yes, he’s turning 3. No, he’s not in a big boy bed yet), I do my best to cheerily ask him about said dream. Me: “What did you dream about?” Baby-Ko: “The jungle!” Me: “The jungle?!” Baby-Ko: “Yaaaaaaaaaah, the jungle. And, and, and, the ocean!” Now before you marvel at how amazingly imaginative my young boy is, I must confess: He did not come to these brilliant visions and landscapes on his own. I sort of fed them to him… At some point, during a typical nightly ...Read More