1.21.2012
Once upon a time, Scott made Aiden a beautiful bed. It was blue and sturdy and tall with a bookshelf to boot. And, once upon a time, we carried it up 3 flights of stairs to our apartment; which was painful, but not as painful as the months of crying, screaming, and pounding (by Aiden and our downstairs neighbor) that followed. You see, the bed was tall, as I mentioned, and while Aiden had a stool to get up and down, he much-preferred, once he was down, to lay by the door--ensuring that his screams could be better heard through the gap under the door. A pointless tactic on his part; there was nowhere in that 700 sq. ft/1 bdrm apartment that his protests couldn't be heard optimally. To be honest, we had little idea of what we were supposed to be doing. After a few days, when his feet hit the floor with a thud, I would rush in and place him back on his bed and leave without a word. With 45 minutes of ABC's "SuperNanny" under my belt, I was sure this would give us the quickest results in the end...
It was a long few months; Aiden was slow to learn, we were slower.
It's not a time I like to look back on.
Knowing we will be in this apartment for the next three years meant saying goodbye to Aiden's bed of large stature. It meant bunk beds. It meant getting rid of Nora's crib and bed-training the little girl that, on her best day, is 3 times feistier than Aiden ever was.
We were nervous.
But, we made the trek to Ikea, dismantled a crib, scrapped Aiden's bed for parts and made Nora sleep in a pack 'n play for 2 nights while we prioritized the disasters to be handled. There were power tools involved, also sawdust... and regular dust, vacuuming, arranging and rearranging, and a couple apologetic text messages to our upstairs neighbor.
We made up Nora's bed on the bottom and filled it with her things. We turned out the lights, laid her down and ran from the room. She ran for the door too, there was crying-to be sure! I don't think Scott or I had processed just how torturous things had been with Aiden until the screaming started that night again with Nora. We began strategizing how to deal with her, how long to wait before we went in, how often to put her back in her bed, if we should even go in at all... when, lo and behold... silence.
We waited another few minutes before checking on her.
"But where was she?" you ask...
in her bed.
"Anti-climactic," you say? Indeed.
It felt like a very lovingly placed confirmation that we'd made the right decision to stay here and tough it out for a few more years.
The kiddos love their room, but what's not to love:
Nora hugging the floor:
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I love that bed! We almost bought one before we moved because we knew there is no Ikea in Missouri:( But I seriously love it. Such big kids!
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