From the Cot to the Bed

Into a big boy’s bed goes the little man!

I almost want to cry at the thought of my little man making the transition from his cot to his toddler bed. It makes it all the more real that I’m not having anymore babies. Not that I need anymore babies with five under my belt already, but as you can most probably guess – I do love babies! I will just have to get cuddles from the babies around me to get my baby fix.

The first night, I would call it a success, he got out of bed about three times – which in my experience as a mother, is absolutely brilliant! He slept all night, I only heard a slight whimpering from him & found him on the floor – oops! I’m not exactly sure how long he was down there, but he wasn’t cold, so I was guessing that it had just happened. I put him back in bed & didn’t hear anymore from him until his usual morning wake-up.

The feeling of him getting himself out of bed & coming to me is pure bliss compared to him crying for me to come to him, especially on the days I just want to lay there. On the second night, after two bottles (something I need to work on with him), and another three attempts at testing Mummy by getting out of bed, I walked in to check on him & found him asleep, just like this: