X had completed yet another milestone. Shortly after turning 18 month old, he was capable of going to bed by himself. To begin with, he had always slept in his own room from Day 1. When his cot was converted to bed, he would always get off and run amok in the house. Mr H would shepherd him back to bed and watch over him till he slept. I never had such patience.
One night, Mr H went out for late night drinks with his friends. I brought both boys out for dinner, window shopped, watched TV and played.
We had a mightily good time. By 11pm, I was tired. Z had gone to bed but X was still very active. He refused to listen to me, so I filed a complaint message to Mr H, who was going to reach home in another 15 minutes, and stormed off to bed.
The next morning, Mr H told me that X was already in bed when he got home. It sparked off the spell of X learning to go to bed on his own and without someone sitting by his bedside.
Guess this lucky streak fell on our laps rather unexpectedly.
To fellow parents, it would never hurt to make your opinions known to kids. They might actually grant your wish some times!
With a startling reminder, X graduated from infantcare and joined the playgroup officially.
It was an official mark of toddlerhood.
A while back, I stopped bringing X up to class because he would cry after I dropped him, as though he was too attached to me. Recently, I heard from Mr H that X would be very cheerful upon reaching the school.
He had also started to understand the concept of sleeping and would go to bed by himself. There was no need for us to sit by his bed and watch him fall asleep.
When he saw skate scooters, he would step on it and try to skate. That was a pretty good and brave attempt.
He had been fervent and consistent on self-feeding too. He was doing a better job than Z at this age.
I supposed the cutest thing was when he understood the concept of throwing and kicking balls.
My little boy had outgrown his 18 months of infancy.
We had a habit of tucking Z in bed and kissing him good night, like most parents.
Since X had been ’empowered’ to get up and down his bed, there were nights where X was tucked in and he would climb down to go to Z’s room. He would kiss and hug Z before returning to his room for bed.
I thought that was the sweetest and cutest thing ever.
X also like to perch himself at the bay window and take in the night views. He would spend 10 minutes admiring the window view and climbed back to his bed. Another timely reminder to enjoy life and smell the roses.
We could tell that X really enjoyed the ‘ownership’ of his own room. He would adjourn to his room whenever he felt like a quick rest, that was not unlike Z who used to troop back to his own room for naps.
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We had headed down to Flexa to place order for the extension parts to convert his bed to a loft bed.
His basic bed (called the Nelly) was going to be converted to a loft bed with straight ladders (called the Claire). The Nelly had not been too pricey and we had liked that it was a regular single sized bed with a bed guard for its perimeter. It was lower than an average bed so that Z could climb up and down with ease when he was 3 years’ old.
We had moved him to this Flexa Nelly bed when X came along and took over the cot. Now that Z was approaching 5 years’ old, we increased the height of the bed to create a mid-height loft. We had added curtains for the base of the loft. Z chose the ‘Knights’ theme. We foresaw a lot of playing and acting for both kids at the loft.
We added a bookshelf ledge and slip-on back cushions for his bed to create a conducive reading environment.
In 2-3 years’ time, we might even increase the height of his loft bed when he was old enough to require proper writing table.
We could not wait for the extensions and parts to come.
The permutations of a Flexa bed were so flexible and fun that I found it a really good investment.
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Tagged flexa, sleep, Z
As a follow-up to the room transformation, I decided to throw a cosy roomwarming party for X. I wanted to create an anchor in his mind of the new milestone in his life. These were part of my parenting strategy to show X that we understood and acknowledged that he was in a new phase of his life. We should not be referring to him as a baby. We were aware that he had opinions, a little mind of his own and we were ready to embrace all of that.
Party snacks (pooled from existing inventory)
A simple party in X’s room
X was thrilled that we made such a big fuss out of the whole thing. He was already very pleased with his ‘new’ room. Throw a party where he was the guest of honour? He was majorly pleased. We ate, chatted and fooled around.
I got to ‘serious business’ and told X that being a toddler meant he knew the world better. However, he was no longer a baby and should not resort to crying to demand his way all the time. X seemed to understand this bit and was even shaking his head when asked if he had been a good boy.
I also asked Z to share some tips with X on how to be a good toddler. Z explained to X that he was to eat faster (this was more of a problem for Z), listen to daddy and mummy as well as to take care of his toys.
The revamp of the room and the party had made a significant impact on little X.
It was a recognition of the ‘upgrade’ in status. X also seemed more reasonable in accepting some of our explanations when we were not able to give in to his odd demands such as eating wet wipes. Toddlers had a different agenda of their own, a different perception of the world and too strong willed to accept deviations.
By our show of acknowledgement, I wanted X to feel that we heard his little voice.
And it worked.