So, big day for Jamie today, or rather, a big night. It's his first night in an actual bed... well matress, we haven't built up the bed yet (we really are awful parents but I'm confident the mental scarring will be minimal - he's two, he can't recognise half-arsed parenting yet).
Sarah was worried, I was a tad concerned as well to be honest. We'd taken the time to strip his room of anything that he might find even vaguely entertaining so there't literally nothing in there except his bed now and we have the advantage of the door knob being too high for him so he's really just been transfered from one cot to a much larger one that so happens to have a door and window in it.
So he's safe and contained but we doubted he'd stay in his bed and that it would only be a matter of time before there was the sound of small fists pounding on the door - and that's really difficult to ignore, and what with Fraser we can only turn the TV up so loud these days.
But no, straight to sleep, no problems. As of witing he's been down for an hour and a half and not a peep out of him. I'm really trying to work out some way we can take credit for this, afterall, everything crappy about a kid is the paren't fault, right? So if he does something good it's a credit to the parents, right? Right? It does work that way doesn't it?
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