After failing to find someone who could transport the mattress the 1 1/2 blocks to our house from the furniture store, we decided to roll ghetto-style. We strapped the mattress to the top of our Ford Taurus and Ryan stuck his arm out the window to hold onto it, just in case. We made it home without mishap.
The bed looked much better once it had a real mattress on it. And it looked even cuter today, when we got the quilt and pillow my mom made for the big boy bed:
Reed loves his big boy bed. I was a little worried that he would just climb out and play instead of sleep, but he hasn't had any problems with the transition. In fact, he won't get out of bed until we come in and tell him he can. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even get out to play (toys are all untouched and still in their places after naps and bedtime). This morning, for example, I went in when I heard him calling for me to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, dangling his feet off. He said, "Down, Mama?" I told him he could get down and he shimmied right off.
My favorite moment with the big boy bed so far happened the first morning after Reed had slept in it. I told him to come get breakfast and he said, "Bye bye, big boy bed!!" as he left the room.