Okay, interwebs, time for a small confession: Fruit Loop has not had his own bed for .... let's just say "quite some time." He has, in fact, been sleeping on the couch. (A very nice couch, might I add, but a couch nonetheless.) He used to have a bed. (A very nice bed, might I add...) Then I decided to take our Blueprint of Life and tear it into shreds and toss it up into the air like just so much confetti and figure out how to put it back together sometime after the pieces all floated down to the ground, got trampled on and torn, and the fun wore off.

ANYway. More on that some other time. Or not. Whatever.

So it is time. He has been upgraded to probably the best kids' bed ever.

THE TOP BUNK.

(I cannot find you a picture that I can code in here. My powers, they are not great enough. Go here. Or here.)

His is a full over full, espresso finish, (not that he cared/had a say in the matter), and we opted out of the trundle drawer and staircase ideas. (He was a bit puzzled as to how it could possibly come with only a ladder. "No staircase? Just a ladder? But where are the stairs? A ladder?)

The big challenge, though, is this: HE AND THE DESPOT WILL BE SHARING A ROOM. For the first time. EVER.



The Despot is a stellar sleeper. He goes down at 6p, with nary a peep until he awakes anywhere between 6-6:30a the following morning. A true champion of slumber, that one. IT IS WONNNDERFUL. Caveat: he is a light sleeper. He has had his own room for the last 3-4 months once we figured out him sleeping in Mom & Dad's room was what caused his frequent waking - our rolling over in bed (or snoring or sleeptalking or breathing funny?) would wake him up, and knowing that someone was there, in the room, NOT RESCUING HIM... Oy. So, problem solved, he gets his own room, fine. SLEEEEEP - success!

Fruit Loop's sleep habits (OR LACK THEREOF) deserves a whole blog in and of itself. (Or should that be "themselves?") He still wakes up at night more frequently than not. He takes literally ages to fall asleep - usually anywhere from 1 to 1.5 hours. He will happily get up after only 8.5 hours of sleep, ready to take on the day. (But, oh, as only a parent knows, HE SO IS NOT. Ready, that is. Those days are...rough. Yes, we'll just leave it at that.) And, more than anything, he MUST talk. He must, upon first eyelid flicker, open his mouth and call for Mom. Incessantly. Until I arrive. Or Dad, if I am taking too long. (Fruit Loop is an equal opportunity disrupter.) (And: "too long" for him is approximately 1 nanosecond. Ish.)

So you can understand my trepidation.

It has been 20 minutes.

They are quiet. I repeat:






Edited to add: I spoke too soon. GAAAAAAAAH.

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