We decided that since Rhys has been able to crawl out of his crib for a few weeks now, though he usually doesn't, that is was time to put him in a bed. I fussed for a long time about whether to get a "toddler" bed, which are basically little frames that put a large crib mattress close to the floor so that a two-year-old can get in and out easily, or to put him right in a twin bed. I tested him out on a twin at the 1-800-MATTRESS store, and he enjoyed the jumping but had a bit of trouble getting up and down. At this point we don't need the crib and its mattress for anything else, and I found a toddler bed for $79 at Toys 'R' Us that actually looks like a miniature bed with a wood frame that matches his bedroom set perfectly rather than being a big plastic racecar or SpongeBob or something. It was perfect.
Well, it was theoretically perfect. It took Bard and I well longer than it should to put together the base of it, only to discover that it somehow had two left rails and no right rail. We packed it up and exchanged it, for another one that had no instructions and slightly warped rails, but which was workable. We also discovered that there was a bunch of sealed packaging in the second one that wasn't in the first, and that the second set of hardware did not include an Allen wrench like the first one. We're guessing that we weren't the first people to get the defective set. Since as far as we could tell, they weren't particularly marking the messed up set when they took it into the back, we're probably not the last.
We dealt with the warped rails and put it together anyway. It's adorable. We threw all of his favorite stuffed animals and pillows and blankets on it, and Rhys played there a while this afternoon.
But at bedtime, Rhys clung to my neck and screamed for half and hour when I tried to put him in it. Finally, I gave up, said goodnight, and closed the door, and he screamed for 30 seconds and then went quiet. I had Bard check after a bit, and he is in fact curled up on the little bed in a reasonable fashion.
Someday I'll be able to tuck my kid in like a normal parent, right?
In other news, although they are a bit lumpy and a touch bloomed from too many cycles of hot weather-to-refrigerator, the truffles I got from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oakenguy are really delicious. I've eaten the Chambord and the Mint so far.
Well, it was theoretically perfect. It took Bard and I well longer than it should to put together the base of it, only to discover that it somehow had two left rails and no right rail. We packed it up and exchanged it, for another one that had no instructions and slightly warped rails, but which was workable. We also discovered that there was a bunch of sealed packaging in the second one that wasn't in the first, and that the second set of hardware did not include an Allen wrench like the first one. We're guessing that we weren't the first people to get the defective set. Since as far as we could tell, they weren't particularly marking the messed up set when they took it into the back, we're probably not the last.
We dealt with the warped rails and put it together anyway. It's adorable. We threw all of his favorite stuffed animals and pillows and blankets on it, and Rhys played there a while this afternoon.
But at bedtime, Rhys clung to my neck and screamed for half and hour when I tried to put him in it. Finally, I gave up, said goodnight, and closed the door, and he screamed for 30 seconds and then went quiet. I had Bard check after a bit, and he is in fact curled up on the little bed in a reasonable fashion.
Someday I'll be able to tuck my kid in like a normal parent, right?
In other news, although they are a bit lumpy and a touch bloomed from too many cycles of hot weather-to-refrigerator, the truffles I got from
oakenguy are really delicious. I've eaten the Chambord and the Mint so far.
