A Room of His Own: Big Boy Bed Edition

We started working on Harry’s new room this summer. We moved all the guest room furniture out, and my brother-in-law, at home from college, painted the room for us.

And then it sat.

We slowly added to it—an antique dresser that we painted, a bookcase, a Pottery Barn Anywhere chair—before finally getting a mattress at IKEA this fall. We’d set a date to move Harry out of his crib and into the bed, and then that weekend would go past us and we’d say, “Maybe next weekend.”

We’d go into his room to read books and get dressed. (I’d moved all his clothes in there so that I could hang baby clothes in the nursery.) But we always ended up putting him in his crib to sleep.

That happened for about 8 weekends in a row, until suddenly it was mid-November, and we knew we had to get him into his new room.

So (unbeknownest to us) three days before his baby sister was born, Harry moved out of his crib and into a twin bed.

The first night he did beautifully. We went through our normal routine (bath, PJs, books, sound machine), but we read the books in his bed instead of in the chair in the nursery. We talked about how he was to stay in his bed till mommy or daddy came to get him, and then we turned off the lights and closed the door.

The second night was just okay, and the third night he roamed his room and played (in the dark!) for hours before finally going to sleep.

I asked around and everyone said to just leave him. He wasn’t crying or scared, he was just awake and trying to read books. (In the dark!) This is what his ped told me at his 2-year visit too: at first their crib is their safe space and then it expands to their room. And it’s okay for him to wind down. (The issue is when they are leaving their room 800 times a night. Which we might run into once he figures out how to turn a doorknob.)

Eventually he fell asleep on the floor, and we transferred him to his bed.

 He loves his bed, and his new room. I love it too!

It’s a bit plain for now, and there are no toys in it. (Just stuffed animals and board books.) I look forward to seeing how his room will evolve as he grows.

The view from the door:

That dresser was my grandmother’s. My mom sent it to me in 2010 when we moved into this house, and it was in our bonus room/studio where it stored a lot of my photography props. I’d wanted to paint it since last summer, and I’m actually glad I never got around to it, because I was planning to paint it white. The orange was a risk, but I love how it turned out!

We put the original hardware back on, and I just love it.

Above his dresser is the artwork that was in his nursery—his birth announcement (by MoisiePosies) and the two 10×10 wraps of Eller pictures.

(That’s his closet to the right.)

This fox bin from 3 Sprouts was the inspiration for the whole room. The bin and his Anywhere Chair (Pottery Barn) sit at the foot of his bed. I’m (still) working on a yarn-wrapped letter for this corner, but it’ll be 2013 (at the earliest) before that is finished.

Bookcase: Expedit from IKEA

The bins are also from 3 Sprouts.

The bed was a Craigslist find. My plan is to paint it white, but we ran out of warm weather before I got to it. We just have the mattress on slats (also purchased from IKEA). The duvet + sheets are Pottery Barn, and the pillows we found at Home Goods.

The art on the wall is my favorite part.

Top row (l-r):

Bear print — RiverLuna
Painted canvas — A Harry Price original
Dream catcher — Handmade by my friend Sarah (amazing, right?)
Navajo inspired print — Fancy That Design House

Bottom row (l-r):

Square painting — By AB Chao (circa 2001)
Eagle print — a gift
Map print —  Naptime Diaries 

All the frames are from Goodwill, and with the exception of the white one, I repainted them.

I love his room, and I hope it will grow with him to boyhood and perhaps beyond. I still can’t believe that both our front bedrooms are now occupied by our kids! God is good.

(And of course right now he is napping on the floor. Toddlers!)

 

Two

Sweet Harry,

Today you are TWO years old. Two!

You are delightful, funny, silly, and I’m a little afraid that you’re already smarter than me and your daddy.

You have the sweetest spirit. It has been evident since you were a tiny baby, and I see it even more now. It’s your birth mother’s sweetness; I like to imagine she passed it to you in a kiss as she said the hardest goodbye.

People like to say that two isn’t terrible, but terrific, and so far I have to agree.

Right now you love all things construction. A new road was put into our neighborhood this fall, and you fell hard for those big machines. We would walk down there nightly to look at the “digga” and the work they were doing.

Last month they started building a house in the lot next door, so we often hear the “beep beep beep” of machines, and you love to mimic them.

Like I said, it’s a real love affair.

Your Grandpa Merrill sent you this riding (pedal power) CAT for your birthday, and it was just a little tiny bit of a hit.

You are talkative and inquisitive and joyful. You love to say “hi,” and you say it loudly and with gusto. “HI!” (And it’s a two-syllable word in your vocabulary, which I love.)

Like most kids your age, you are boundless energy. You will run from one end of the house to the other (and man do I love to see a toddler run), and you especially like to chase Scout around the main floor. You aren’t always as gentle with her as you should be, but she is patient with you.

Your grandmother says that you and Eller are like puppies they way you like to lay all over one another. He will allow you to come and sit on him and he doesn’t even break snore.

(We like to joke: remember when we had to keep the dogs away from the baby? Now we have to keep the baby away from the dogs.)

But you’re not really a baby anymore. You’re a big boy, and soon to be a big brother. I can already tell you’re going to be one of the best.

I don’t know how to explain to you how much we love you without tipping sappy, so I’m not going to try to avoid it. You have changed me so much, Harry. I’m more patient. More compassionate. More empathetic. It would be a lie to say that I love every minute of every day; sometimes you whine. Sometimes you look right at me with a gleam in your eye and do exactly what you know you’re not supposed to do (stand up on your chair, throw your fork, try to pull Scout’s tail), and while I’m exasperated by it, I also have to try not to laugh. But there is never a moment, not even a second, when I don’t love being your mother.

Never, ever forget that. When you are an old man and you look back on the road you traveled, please please remember that you were loved every single second. First by the woman who gave you life, and then by the one who was given you.

Always,

Mama

 

What Happens on a Harry Day

Last Friday was our first Harry Day without obligation or plan in quite a while. So I thought I’d document it, Instastyle.

He has been sleeping terribly this week. Up early this morning. Too early. Dark early.

Harry woke up super early that day (like at least an hour before normal), so we let him play on my iPad in our bed. Not a habit I support, but at 5:30 am, my reasoning skills are low.

Because he woke up so early, we were set to get to Target as soon as it opened.

Harry all strapped in and ready for errands. Still happily rearfacing at 21 months:

Off on morning errands. (And still happily RFing at 21 months!) #latergram

(But before we got to the Target, I got a speeding ticket in our neighborhood. Oy vey! The speed limit is 30, and I honestly always thought it was 35. A similar type road [thoroughfare through neighborhood, 2 lanes on each side divided by wide wide berm with sidewalk] in my suburb growing up was 40-45. Texans drive faster than Minnesotans, I guess, so I suppose I come by it honestly.)

We had breakfast in the store’s Starbucks.

Sorry for the impending flood.

There were some cops sitting right next to us, and I tried to not give them the side eye. Ha.

It was so early there they were still stocking and cleaning.

Happy Harry Day.

I needed to pick up some diapers I’d dropped off to have converted to snap closures, but we had at least an hour to kill till All Things Diapers opened at 10 am. So we found a playground we’d never been to before. This kid loves a playground.

#latergram like whoa.

There were a few other kids there, including a little girl about his age. He followed her around and did whatever she did, including crawling through these tunnels.

Harry made some friends at the playground. #latergram

We hit ATD as soon as they opened at 10. They have a consignment area now, and I couldn’t resist this ruffly butt gDiaper cover. Who could?

I also bought a pack of used prefolds. They’re only about $12 for 10 large prefolds. Why did I wait so long to try prefolds? They fit great in our GroVia shells, as well as our BGs. I’m a convert.

A girly cover for my stash, and finally trying prefolds! #latergram #clothdiapers

Harry eats lunch every day at noon; we got home just in time to prep food for him. This is what happened while I made lunch. A friend commented on my Instagram feed that it looked like a “happiness explosion.” Perfectly stated.

This was under my feet while I got Harry's lunch ready.

His lunch:

Annie's Mac & Cheese with edamame and meatballs, and a peach. #toddlermeals

Annie’s Mac & Cheese, (the microwave version is a handy go-to) with edamame and chicken meatballs. Plus a peach. Yum.

Immediately after he eats lunch, Harry goes down for a nap. (I try to mimic his daycare schedule on his days at home.)

When he woke up, we did some chores. We recently painted our bedroom, so I’d moved out all our books and picture frames. He sat on our floor and looked at one of his books while I put things away:

Entertaining himself while I put back our pictures and books that I took out so we could paint.

I often find him sitting somewhere quietly looking at books. It makes my heart sing.

All done!

I like this corner.

We went outside to wait for Aaron to get home. We walked around our neighborhood and looked at a neighbor’s garden. Then we got the mail, and sat on our porch to wait for Aaron.

Waiting for daddy to get home. #latergram

By 5:30 pm, it was dinnertime, and another Harry Day was drawing to a close.

Dinnertime. #latergram

I’m so grateful to have these days with him. They make it all worth it.

 

19 Months on the 19th

B

Harry is 19 months old today.

Last June, in his 7-month-letter, I wrote this:

Your daddy and I were quite happy in the days before you. We had a good, fun life. I wasn’t even sure it was possible, but it’s like you came along and someone turned on all the lights in a house that I didn’t even know was dark.

And gosh, is that still true. He is such a joy.

Just tonight we sat on the floor outside his bathroom, and he leaned forward to touch his forehead to mine over and over and just giggled and giggled. I read once where the sound of a child’s laughter triggers a flood of feel-good chemicals in a parent’s brain, and boy do I believe it. Just the memory of his belly laugh makes me feel better.

B

I luff him.

 

18 Months Old

Harry,

This feels like a big milestone. One and a HALF? We’re halfway through your first second year? Insanity.

But the proof is right in front of me. You are a toddler boy. Even when I try to cradle you in my arms, you’re all long limbs and pointy elbows.

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Taking pictures of you these days is tough! You’re too quick for my real camera, which is too old and slow for your speed, and as soon as I pull out my phone you are trying to get your smudgy little fingers on it.

But I still try! And luckily I managed to capture a few that show you at 18 months. Goofy grin, awesome hair, mouth full of teeth toddler you.

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I say this every month, and probably will always say it, but you’re so fun right now. You learn a new word every day (I’ve lost count of how many you know), and you pick up new skills daily as well.

You’re in a bit of a daddy phase. It’s your favorite word, and your favorite sign, and if he’s around, I’m chopped liver. I’m trying to not take it personally, and it really does warm my heart to see you two together, but sometimes it does hurt my feelings. I think it’s because daddy never uses the bulb aspirator on your, nor does he ever wipe your face.

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You love cars—toy and real. Yesterday we spent the morning at the park, and you would point at every car and truck that went by. “Car! Truck!” Fridays are garbage days, which meant there a few garbage trucks to point at too. “Whoa!” you’d say.

You still love to eat, but you’re becoming more discerning. Certain foods you used to love, you now shy away from. (Like sweet potatoes and avocado.) You can also now ask for certain items, and if we don’t guess correctly, it’s no bueno.

Aside from your bout with Hand, Mouth & Foot virus a few weeks ago, you’ve been well recently. No ear infections, and finally thankfully praise God, your diaper rash is gone. We are not 100 percent back into cloth diapers, but at least 80 percent of the time, you’re in cloth. Yes!

You’re our sweet buddy, and we love you so much. You are the best.

Mastered Skills (most kids can do)

• Will “read” board books on his own — Oh yes. You love to look at books. The other day we were FaceTiming with Sarah and the girls and Molly showed us one of her books. You disappeared into your room and came out carrying a book! You walked over to me and sat down and started reading it. It was so cute.
• Scribbles well — Yes. You love to color, and you love when you get your hands

Emerging Skills (half of kids can do)

• Strings two words together in phrases — Yes. You love to say “go car go!”
• Brushes teeth with help — Not really. You just chew on it.

Advanced Skills (a few kids can do)

• Throws a ball overhand — Yes. You’ve been throwing a ball for months.
• Takes toys apart and puts them back together — Sort of? You like to dump all the animals out of the LP Noah’s Ark and then put them back in.
• Shows signs of toilet training readiness — Some. You love to say and sign potty, and you’ll sit on it, but no potty action.

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Always,
Mama