With neither Alice nor the daycare ladies* showing any interest whatsoever in the former, we pushed on with the big bed. Alice went through a phase in early January of asking for a big bed (she likes the stretcher type things they sleep on at daycare) so we were keen to take advantage of this as soon as normality had returned to Bondi Junction's fair shores.
Having waited a week to verify that the Yardleys really had departed and not just got lost on one of their thrice daily excursions to Westfield (still referred to by Grannie Al as Westlife on day 49 of the visit!), we dismantled the cot**, assembled the bed, laid out the Dora sheets, duvet cover and pillow case and cursed and swore our way through putting together the safety guard.***
The unveiling ceremony went very well. I had got a little panicked, as I had decided to read the Gina Ford chapter on moving little people to big beds after the cot had been taken down and she recommends that they be at least 2.5 yrs and to keep the cot up in case it doesn't work. Hey ho.
I'm no Nick Clegg, but am happy to disregard Gina when the moment suits or when I have forgotten to read her book in time and, touch wood, this has been one of them. Perhaps she has never tried Dora bedsets.
Alice slept right through the night last night (despite her snottiness, which has woken her most nights this week), only woke at 7am, when I woke her to check that she was still breathing****, and then refused to get up for breakfast or even to have her milk. Long may this continue.
*they'll be the ones to train her, I am promised. Hurrah.
** if you believe that "we" had anything to do with this handicraft apart from handing over used fivers to a man called Dennis, then you may be a person who has clicked on the "Next Blog" link at the top, rather than have ever met us
*** yes, we had to do this ourselves. Wish I had given Dennis an extra fiver
**** it felt like the first night she ever slept through as a baby!
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