Look who's outta the crib!

We finally got Wilder his big-boy bed today. Went to IKEA, which I always think is going to be really fun but always ends up being overwhelming and a pain the butt. There are people wandering around lost, paying no attention to what's going on around them (yeah, yeah, me included ...) and then you get to the self-service area to pick up gigantic boxes of stuff and encounter a new round of lost, exasperated people. Only these ones have big carts and are blocking your way. But, all in all, we got in and out of there pretty fast once we figured out which bed we were getting (which was not the bed we intended to get when we left, but was the bed I'd initially wanted to get about five months ago. Go figure.) and what accessories we were getting with it and where they were. Man, did I mention IKEA is a total pain?

OK, but worth it. At least for now. The bed itself is nothing spectacular. Cute, cute bedding, colorful. But on night No. 1, as of right this very second (and I type that soooo hesitantly because I expect him to wake up and go, "What the ...?" any second), but our boy is seriously sacked out in his new bed. Jerry and I both just tip-toed in with a flashlight to see if he'd crawled to the foot of his crib and curled up on the floor yet, but he's comfortably passed out in the new bed.

I'm not sure this will last, but it's just wonderful to get a free pass on a night you sensed would involve a struggle. But I probably should have expected this -- Wilder's got a strange sense of exuberance toward new stuff in life coupled with a laid-back sense of going with the flow of things.

Anyway, a couple of pics from earlier today when we'd assembled the bed and put it into his room. He climbed right up and started playing on it. I'd love to get a picture of him sleeping in it now, but I fear waking him up and destroying the whole house's reverie. I'll save those for another time then. Cheers all ... k.