Life is Bunk

Though it’s been in the works for quite some time now, Melanie and I finally broke down and bought a bunk bed for Edison and Peter. They’ve been sleeping in the same small beds for a good chunk of their lives now, and it was time for an upgrade. For safety reasons, we’ve assigned Edison to the top bunk, though we’ve promised Peter that when he turns five, they can switch.

Moving Eddie and Peter into the bunk bed will help Creegan. He can now inherit Edison’s bed. (Peter’s bed, which was a converted crib, was partially broken and threatening to fall apart.) Creegan spent many nights in our bed during his first year or so of life, but nowadays he sleeps in a playpen. He seems content, but I’m sure an actual bed will be much more comfortable. It’s simply a matter of deciding when to commit to having him sleep in a bed that he can get out of by himself. That’s not a decision to take lightly.

Melanie took the kids shopping for some twin-size bedding and let them choose their own sheets and pillowcases. As you can see in the above photograph, Peter selected Transformers. Edison opted for Spider-Man (as pictured below).

The bunk bed is only a few days old, but the kids love it. They get excited to go sit on it or climb on it. Peter continually asks us if he can go be on the bunk bed. We’ve told him over and over that he doesn’t need to ask, but he’s long been a fan of asking permission to do things he should feel free to do. Is that a middle child thing? Does he simply feel like he doesn’t have any authority to do anything whatsoever? It’s kind of sad. Even when we explain that he doesn’t have to ask to do certain things, he very likely will continue to seek permission to do those things. Maybe this will have some very beneficial consequences when he’s a teenager. For now, it’s alternatively amusing and annoying.