Lincoln's big-boy bed

We've been doing a little room rotating the last couple of weeks, beginning at Christmas when Stephen and I moved Elise into her own room--the room formerly known as the den (really the sewing-printer-guest-file cabinet-make-a-mess-here-because-the-family-room-is-too-messy-to-play-in-room). "Space" is more technically correct that "room", as she has no closet or window big enough to escape out of, and my sewing table, printer and file cabinet are still in there. BUT she does have a bed, dresser and little table. And a shower curtain door. And she loves it. :o)

I had my own room from the time I was 7 until I was 11. With the exception of that time and part way through my senior year of high school through my first year of college, I've always shared a room. First with brothers, then a year of college roomates and then I was married!

I digress...back to Lincoln...

Here's the bed situation: Mason has the bed that I made this summer. Sammy has half of the bunk bed set. Elise (now) has the other half of the bunk bed set. Lincoln moved from the crib to Elise's old bed--the original Ikea fort bed. We flipped it upside down so it is low to the floor and got a mattress for it (love Ikea!) on Friday night. Saturday I tried to get Lincoln to sleep in his bed at nap time, but he climbed into his crib instead. After his nap Stephen raised the crib mattress for Trevor (who will soon move out of our room), and that night Lincoln slept (rather unwillingly) in his new big-boy bed!

A few months ago my wonderful mother-in-law Ann sent Lincoln his quilt that she made for him. I got to help pick out the colors and pattern, and I must say that I LOVE IT!!!! My camera doesn't do it justice. Here's another view so you can see the pattern a little bit better:

On Lincoln's inaugural night in his bed he christened it by throwing up all over. Nice. Fortunately the quilt was spared the nastiness. He's better now. Now he sleeps just fine in his bed. In fact, this afternoon when he woke up instead of coming out he started crying. I left him in there, thinking he would get off of his bed and come and join me, but when he kept crying I went in to see what was wrong. I had to laugh when I saw him sitting on the end of his bed with his blanky, binky, bear and sippy cup all on the floor. As soon as I went in he jumped down, gathered up his beloved possessions and was happy as could be. He used to throw his stuff out of the crib and would have to wait for me to come and get him up--he must have thrown everything down and not realized that he could get them on his own now! :o)

The next big move will be putting Trevor in the crib! Crazy how fast everyone is growing up!