Seth enjoying trying out his new bed.
With blankie and Foxy
and new pillow
Everyone needs to try it out. The brothers give it their approval.
All new furniture!The backstory on this furniture is that awhile ago Seth managed to easily climb out of the pack n' play, something his brothers never did even though they could. Then he climbed out of the crib at my mom's house and came downstairs one day when he was supposed to be napping. I figured it was only a matter of time until he got a little taller and a little crazier and he'd be vaulting over the rails of his own higher crib at home. It was pain around the holidays but I finally found something I liked and got it ordered. Fast forward through snow (lots of it) and ice to when my furniture is trying to be delivered in February. We had to postpone it a week so we could get the ice of my front steps so that the door would open and for me to chisel out a little patch of driveway so the guys wouldn't kill themselves upon delivery.
The new bed, dresser and bookcase come this past Saturday. Not without it's fair amount of chaos as Eric has to bring the car to the dealership for inspection and I'm left to fend for myself to take the crib apart and move some furniture we forgot about. Of course the boys are in rare form this morning (why not?) and at breakfast Seth hurtles a spoon across the table at Cal. Cal jumps off the seat to avoid being hit and the spoon knocks into his cereal bowl and send a hundred dry flakes shimmying across the entire length of my dining room floor. I promptly scream that they have exactly FIVE minutes to finish breakfast and then they need to be in the playroom and I DO NOT want to see them again until after the furniture arrives. The guys arrive a half an hour early (of course, I mean when do they come on time when you are actually WAITING FOR IT?). I tell them I'm not ready. I have to move a couple things and vacuum. After a few mishaps, one of the guys cut himself and got blood everywhere in the house and the desk (for Cal) coming in the wrong color, we successfully get our furniture in place and set up. They agree to leave the wrong-colored desk since Cal was in hysterics (Ben too). He had been looking forward to this day for awhile.
Anyway, the timing of the delivery wasn't prime. The first night that Seth was going to sleep in it Eric and I would be absent and Grammy Pat would have to give it a go. I figured this wouldn't be too much of a problem since I guessed (correctly) that he wouldn't nap in the afternoon and would be tired at night. At naptime he sat on his floor and pulled out all the books from his bookcase, chattering all the while. As expected, he went to bed easily and fell right asleep. Score! I was anxious to get all the details when we arrived home the next day. Come to find out, some time near morning Seth threw up.....all...over...everything! He told me, "I spit in my bed, mommy...blah blah" as he mimicked gagging. Nice buddy, got the visual. Thanks. I can't even believe how much he threw up and how it really did get on every single piece of new bedding he had right down to the mattress pad and even the bed rail! I can't even remember the last time this child threw up and he has to do it the first night in his new bed!!
So I'm home for Day 2 of new bed drama. Somehow I failed to see that OBVIOUSLY this was not going to just go smoothly like it had for the other boys. This is Seth we're talking about here. Seth has managed to hit the terrible 2's when he's 2 (it was more like 3ish for the others) and it's probably payback for a relative life of ease with other two. He's also managed to elongate what should really be a couple month "phase" at MOST of throwing food to well over a year (think bowls of chili hitting a wall and forks flung straight at daddy's head). So this is the kind of temperament we're dealing with. The boys LIKED to sleep, not so much for Seth. Naptime goes much the same on the second day. He's in there playing away. Finally, after an hour and a half I go in and make him lay down. After 30 seconds of rubbing his back, he immediately starts breathing regularly and I think "could he really be sleeping??????????" I wait 5 more minutes to be sure and he is! Sweet. He sleeps until I get him up at 4pm. Last night he wailed at his door (at the gate, of course) for a whole hour before he went to his bed and fell asleep. Not bad. And naptime today got even better, he was asleep in 10 minutes flat. He even used his covers and pillow all by himself. SO CUTE! Unfortunately, bad timing again, because tonight we are going out for Valentine's Day and a babysitter has to attempt to put him to bed. Good luck! To be continued, I fear...
