Like I said in my post on Tuesday, my dad was in town last weekend and helped me get twin beds in the boys’ room and a bigger bed put into Kaylee’s room.
The list is as long as my arm, but on the top was putting beds together. I wanted to get Kaylee into a full bed (her feet have started hanging over the end of her twin bed), and move the boys from toddler beds into twin beds. My dad spent Saturday morning putting beds together, then we spent Saturday afternoon trying desperately to figure out how to get them to fit in the bedroom.
The only thing he doesn’t seem to like about it is that his head is facing the opposite direction of his crib.
He and Scott share a room. The second night in the new bed, they snuck out of bed and quietly played with their toys. I likely wouldn’t have caught them if they hadn’t have started fighting. I put them back to bed and told them not to get back out again, and five minutes later they were both asleep.