Movin' on up

Samson is indeed moving on up.

Not as far as the east side, but all the way across the hall into his big-boy room (BBR).

More importantly, into his big-boy bed (BBB).

Vicki had off on Tuesday for Election Day, so I took the day and we sent Samson to school for the morning, which allowed us to paint what was our computer room/office/guest room and is now --- and will forever be known as --- the BBR.

Interestingly, the color we painted it is almost exactly the same color as the nursery (the little-boy room?). Which, being kind of color-blind, I take no blame for.

And besides, I've always liked the color we painted the nursery. I'm pretty sure it's blue.

In any event, the room isn't fully set up yet, but it's got a train table, a bookshelf, some toys, and the chair from his old room. [Sidenote: We are slowly but surely starting to refer to his old room as "the baby's room." We'll see how long he plays along with this. For now, he's all about the BBR.]

Even better, he's all about the BBB. He has now slept in the triple-B twice --- all night Friday and all-night last night. We skipped Saturday as we were in Virginia staying with friends. More on this later...

Naps are still a whole other issue, which makes sense. Despite the guard rail on the triple-B, he can certainly get out, and all the fun stuff in his room is just a short walk away. Still, I'm trying to plant the idea that once he's in bed, he can't come back out.

On Friday night, we were pretending his bed was a castle, and I likened the rail to the castle gates. But I just didn't have the heart to tell him the floor was a crocodile-filled moat. (And I totally left out the part about dropping cauldrons of hot oil onto would-be invaders.)

Still, we're moving forward. Which, really, is all you can ask for.