Last Thursday I posted The 5 year old who sleeps in a cot, a post about Tidgy still being in a cot and my reluctance to make the transition to a bed. On Sunday he fell out of the cot.
Thankfully he wasn't hurt but it made me realise that my reluctance was based upon selfishness. So what if there was a trail of destruction. Surely his safety was paramount?
Today I cleared the boys room up, moved some furniture around and, with Mum's help, moved the cot out and the junior bed in. (Thankfully we'd had this stored in the garage since Middle went into a single bed)
Tidgy had a broad smile on his face as we took it upstairs and he couldn't wait to get in. He laid down, signalled to be covered up and he seemed so happy.
I didn't expect him to be the same tonight though but he climbed up the stairs, got into bed and laid down. I had a few tears from him as I left the room, but that's normal and he came to the door as I fixed the gate to the doorframe.
I left him and sat in the next room expecting him to cry for ages but after a few minutes I heard him climb into bed and go quiet.
But what I didn't expect was for him to have climbed into his BROTHER'S bed and fall asleep cuddling Middle's favourite toy!
Is it too much to expect tomorrow night to be this easy?