I know, I still have holiday posting but before I forget this story it needs to be recorded in the electronic baby book. Fred got his very own big boy bed on Saturday and was very excited about it. After two false starts of trying to sleep in the bed and ending up back in the crib, last night seemed he was determined to sleep in the bed. We were way impressed. He looked so cute and small in the bed when we went to bed (and just a tad sweaty from being wrapped up in covers and wearing a fleece sleeper).
2:00am - some whimpering and a couple of cries, expected. I get into the room and look to the bed, no little boy there. On the floor. Not totally shocking and I debate whether or not I pick him up and place him back in the bed or do I just leave him. He's semi-fussing and patting his behind meaning he wants a blanket and to be tucked in. I decide, I'll leave him on the floor, so I cover him up and go back to my own bed.
6:00am - morning fussing and cries but they sound weird. I enter the room carefully so as not to step on him in case he rolled closer to the door. Not expected, I can't find him anywhere although I still hear muffled cries, finally I spy two little stripey pajama clad feet sticking out from underneath the bed doing their best Wicked Witch of the East imitation.
I guess try try again?
