Levi has been in his big boy room and big boy bed for over a month now and the transition has been beautiful. Up until "the move", he sometimes wanted me to rock him for nap time which was my favorite time of day, hands down. He would jump up in the glider, grab Ernie and say, "rocky rocky, Mommy!" He would sit on my lap and lay his head on my chest as we sang our lullabies and within minutes, he was out like a light.
Some of the most precious moments of my life are hidden in the fabrics of that glider.
After Levi moved to his big boy room, he feels as if he no longer needs to be rocked (TEARS). I'll ask him if he wants Mommy to rock him before his nap and he says so matter of factly, "No. Weebie sleep in his big boy bed". I can't argue with a boy who knows what he wants, so our rocky times have come to a halt. He's officially a big boy.
For the first month, Levi refused to get out of bed in the mornings until we came to his room. He would scream our names when he woke up and we would go in and get him. He climbs in and out of his bed all the time for naps, but in the morning, he would never get out on his own. It was the funniest thing, but it was good because I didn't have to worry about him roaming the house at night.
The other night, at about 4am, I heard a faint voice in the distance. It was coming through the monitor but I could tell was much farther away than that. I popped up in bed and heard it again, "Daddy ... where ARE you? Mommy ... where ARE you?"
I jumped out of bed and flipped on a light in the living room. There stood little Levi in the pitch dark, Ernie dangling from his little hands and bed head in full glory. The thought of him searching the dark house for us broke my heart! He ran to me and I scooped him up and threw him in bed with us. He snuggled up to me and asked for my hand, so I held his hand and we fell asleep soon thereafter.
The next night, the faint voice returned. This time, it was at 3am. "Mommy .... where ARE you?"
I walked out into the hallway and there at the door to our room stood Levi. I think I startled him because as soon as he saw me, he took off running in the opposite direction. I told him to come back and he wrapped his arms around me and said, "sleep in Mommy's bed?" I yawned and threw him in bed with us. We cuddled, held hands, and fell asleep.
The next night there were no faint voices. At 2 am there was a loud and clear voice standing at the side of our bed saying, "Help, Daddy! Help!" as a little munchkin tapped Husby's shoulder and tried climbing into our very tall bed. Husby, in a sleepy daze, hoisted Levi up and threw him in bed. He cuddled close to Husby and fell right to sleep.
The next night I found myself laying in bed frozen and terrified that he would sneak in our room while I was still awake and scare the livin' daylights out of me with those little hands touching my face. GAH! There is nothing more petrifying than something grabbing you unexpectedly in the dark. I couldn't sleep. I was paralyzed with fear.
My precious, harmless little jewel of a child was creeping me out royally.
The house would creak and I would jump up and look around trying to spot a little blonde head bobbin' around. I scooted as close to Husby as physically possible so that if Levi tried to tap me, he couldn't reach me and I wouldn't have a heart attack. As Husby snored, I pulled the covers up so high that only my eyes were peeking out. I swear I slept with one eye opened that night.
And guess what? Levi didn't even come to our room.
I didn't think it was possible to be scared of your own child, but when the lights go out and they creep around like little boogie monsters in the night, it will make your hair stand on end.