Fighting the Good Fight

One of the things that Mega-Babe and I wanted to accomplish before or shortly after Mini-Babe was born was to get Little Woo moved out of the crib that we would eventually need for Mini-Babe and get him used to sleeping on the bottom bunk of the triple-decker bunk beds we built for the 3 boys.

This endeavor posed one very large hurdle for us to overcome, and every parent goes through this with their kids to some degree, but on a regular bed, Little Woo could just get out of the bed whenever he wanted. And of course since The Bug and Donut were just a couple of levels up, he was inevitable that he would be paying them a visit on these excursions out of his bed, ergo, no one would be able to go to sleep.

But we persevered, my friends. We pressed on in spite of overwhelming odds against us. We fought the battle even though Little Woo wasn’t particularly thrilled with the new sleeping arrangements. We even took the crib apart and put it in the basement so that we weren’t tempted to give in and put Little Woo back in there to sleep. We fought the good fight! At least, we thought it was a good fight, until…………..

The other night Mega-Babe had to go to the basement to get something and Little Woo followed her. Of course he spotted the bed laying there disassembled and he proceeded to get VERY excited about it. “YAY!!! MY BED!!! LOOK, MY BED!!!! YAY!!! YAY!!! MY BED!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!”

I’m just glad I wasn’t there to see this display, but Mega-Babe was and she felt horrible. This poor kid obviously thought his bed had just been lost and that he had found it and that his days of being miserable sleeping on the bottom bunk were over.

But I will not be deterred! We have come too far to turn back now and give in to emotional displays of adorableness from a two year old, no matter how cute he is. We must stay the course!

Right??? Poor Woo