So - much like dominoes- my children held a bed swap meet, and everyone moved up a size.
Lucy graduated to Oscar's crib...
Oscar graduated to Norah's bed...
And Norah graduated to my old single bed that my parents still had. Ahhh, the free life...
Of course, Sunday was the day that Oscar decided to fall on his head and maybe develop a concussion, so of course his first night with a new (to him) bed was spent on the mattress on our floor. And Lucy's first night in the crib was the first she spent not swaddled, so she woke up, waking up Oscar, waking up me...
Dominoes. Aren't they great?
p.s. We're swaddling Lucy until she's sixteen. Or possibly twenty-nine.
p.s. 2 Norah's bed actually looked like this before I felt the need to make it look better. Because I know you all troll around the internet checking up on how neatly I keep my four year old's bed.
Does anyone know how she can sleep with all that stuff on her pillow? No? Me neither.
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