Last night, Isaac finally transitioned from his crib [finally] to a twin bed. Tony and I compromised on the Cars bedding, with Cars sheets. I figured, eh, it's a win/win. He'll be happy with the sheets and I don't have to look at a character emblazoned comforter! Oh and total win, I got to go to Target by myself.
Getting the bed set up . . . well, it was a tad bit exciting. Isaac and Ezra weren't too thrilled when we separated them. Isaac was convinced he was going to share his bed with Ezra.
Once we got them separated, Isaac's energy was still running high, but he settled in and I appeased him with promising soon Ezra would be sleeping next to him in the crib.
There's just something about seeing your first born in a big bed. I hadn't quite got it everytime I saw the images shared by friends, but last night I got it.
There were a few minor issues, like his concern in how he should get out to go to the bathroom. He'd been climbing out of the crib for at least a year . . . but now faced with easily sliding out of the bed, he just didn't know how to handle it. Oh, the mind of almost 4 year old!