A New Bed
My son is growing up quickly. Of course, as I told my wife, children tend to do that.
It is a rare day that goes by when my son does not amaze me or my wife. On Saturday, after I went into the garage to get the last of the groceries, my son called out “Dad. Dad! … Russ!” It was the first time he had ever referred to me by my name.
When I came back in, my wife was in absolute awe as she told me the story.
It then dawned on me that I had heard him calling for her by name two nights earlier – the pacifier had obscured the clarity of her name at the time, though it now rang clear in my mind.
As I told her the story of his calls for her by name, he looked at us and said, “Russ. Lauren.” He had proven his point. Not yet two, there is little that gets past him.
Another hurdle in his development was cleared on Sunday night when my son moved from his crib to his toddler bed.
We’ve been prepping him for the transition for a couple of weeks. It started with a new nightly routine of reading books in our bed from 7:30 to 8, then lights out. After he was fast asleep, I would move him to his crib.
Today we got the mattress for his new bed and finished the room’s transition from a nursery to a toddler room. At 7:30, it was time to read books in his new bed.
After lights out, I watched him try to get comfortable in his new bed. As he settled in, I prayed that this bed would one day be the most comfortable place he could imagine.
One of my most cherished memories from my childhood is waking up on a summer day, with the sun shining through the Venetian blinds. I can still feel the warmth of my water bed – which my childhood friends would swear was set at a temperature just a few degrees shy of boiling.
I felt safe and secure in my bed. I hope one day, my son feels the same about his bed.
It is a rare day that goes by when my son does not amaze me or my wife. On Saturday, after I went into the garage to get the last of the groceries, my son called out “Dad. Dad! … Russ!” It was the first time he had ever referred to me by my name.
When I came back in, my wife was in absolute awe as she told me the story.
It then dawned on me that I had heard him calling for her by name two nights earlier – the pacifier had obscured the clarity of her name at the time, though it now rang clear in my mind.
As I told her the story of his calls for her by name, he looked at us and said, “Russ. Lauren.” He had proven his point. Not yet two, there is little that gets past him.
Another hurdle in his development was cleared on Sunday night when my son moved from his crib to his toddler bed.
We’ve been prepping him for the transition for a couple of weeks. It started with a new nightly routine of reading books in our bed from 7:30 to 8, then lights out. After he was fast asleep, I would move him to his crib.
Today we got the mattress for his new bed and finished the room’s transition from a nursery to a toddler room. At 7:30, it was time to read books in his new bed.
After lights out, I watched him try to get comfortable in his new bed. As he settled in, I prayed that this bed would one day be the most comfortable place he could imagine.
One of my most cherished memories from my childhood is waking up on a summer day, with the sun shining through the Venetian blinds. I can still feel the warmth of my water bed – which my childhood friends would swear was set at a temperature just a few degrees shy of boiling.
I felt safe and secure in my bed. I hope one day, my son feels the same about his bed.
posted by russell at 10:41 PM
1 Comments:
I, for one, remember that waterbed. WOW! More impressive than the temperature alone was how such a small body of water could affect entire weather systems. Again, WOW!
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