Yesterday was a big occasion for William. We finally got a "real" bed for him. Since he moved out of his crib, almost two years ago, he has been sleeping on a single mattress on the floor. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that, but it just seems better to have a real bed frame.
We ordered a bunk bed set for the boys last week, and it came in yesterday. William was very excited, and I must admit I was as well. I was a bit wary of a box that was Made in Vietnam, but the bed looks just fine, and it seems quite sturdy.
The thing that struck me the most was memories of my own childhood. I had a very similar bed when I was a boy, and in fact I had it until I finally got my own place. It was a bunk bed too, and me and my brother shared it for a while. It was the same colour, and was also made of wood, although it had metal slats where William's has wooden ones. I miss being a kid, but at least I can experience it vicariously through the boys.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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