parenting error #....oh, I've lost count

File this under it seemed like a good idea at the time. Right after Thanksgiving we moved Soren to a big boy bed. It seemed as good of a time as any to do it, what with Isaac being off work for all of December. We figured maybe we would have a few rough nights of bringing him back to bed in the middle of the night. We figured wrong. Soren hated the bed so much that we actually set his crib back up two days later, but by then it was too late, he had decided that going to sleep alone was for suckers. So there was much screaming and whining, and Isaac and I ended up having to lay on the floor in his room for him to go to sleep. And now here we are a month later, and we're working on laying closer and closer to the door every day. Pretty awesome. Here is Soren when we set up his bed. He looks deceptively happy, no?

A few days after the move Isaac went to Chicago for an overnight trip. After two hours of trying to get Soren to sleep Greta woke up. I went in to rock with her and Soren followed. He knew I was fed up, so he lay on the floor whimpering. And then the whimpering stopped. Aparently the floor was better than his bed. What a punk.