Our little Jonah bug is moving on up…to the north side… And he’s got a deluxe big boy bed in the sky-y-y-y. Okay, not big boy bed like BED… but, he would now be eligible to be a tour guide on MTVs Cribs {or is it CMTs Cribs now? I can’t keep up with what the young whippersnappers are watching these days…}.
With Barrett on a little stay-cation at Gma and Gpa B’s house, we decided it was a terrific time to transition our J Bird up to his new nest. So, I took the laundry basket out of his crib, picked up the clothes that Barrett feels the need to remove {daily} from Jonah’s drawers and moved the video monitor to his crib. And just like that, Jonah’s stay in our suite was complete. And let me tell you, I was a wee bit uneasy over it all.
When we had Barrett, he did not spend one single slumber in our parental pad. You see, I was not going to let a child sleep in my room. I was not about to let a child all up in my grill…in the space that was reserved for relaxation and frisky fun with my husband. Hilarious. Absoultely hilarious. You know why this is hilarious? Well, the reasons are countless. But let me share just a few.
1. We live in a one and a half story house in which our bedroom is on one floor and the great green room is on the other. I have to trek up. And down. And up. And down. For every feeding. Extremely practical.
2. In some sort of delusional world, I imagined having time to relax in the first few weeks following the fruition of our fetus.
3. In another delusional world, I imagined having interest in getting frisky in the first few weeks following the birth of our babe.
4. I wasn’t going to be one of those people who let my child take over my life.
HILARIOUS.
Here are the realities in our second time around the son…
1. Trudging up and down the stairs while in a zombie-like state resulted in, not one … not two … but THREE trips and tumbles down those stairs in the first 6 weeks of Barrett’s existence. So, we said no to this nonsense with Jonah and I’ve not had to worry about taking a tumble as of yet.
2. Relaxation, other than while sleeping, is not a luxury that a new mom generally experiences. At least not at our house where the babes are bite-sized and the bellies are bubbly.
3. Frisky fun in the first few weeks … hysterical. Absolutely. Not. Going. To. Happen. Over. Here.
4. Not only did both of our boys “take over our lives” but we welcomed this with open arms and invited it in. And never looked back. Nor would we ever want to.
So, nearly two and a half months post-partum, we’ve moved our little man upstairs. And this time around, I was a nervous Nelly about the new space for our nugget. I missed knowing he was right there. I could feel that he wasn’t there. I knew that while this would be a good time to transition, I had gotten so comfortable with having him in our space and wasn’t certain I wanted it to end. But, alas … the transition is complete and Jonah was a rock star through his first upstairs slumber. Next thing you know, the boys will be moving on up to college… okay…not really. But sort of.:)
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