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Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?


So we've bought this massive great bed for Henry months ago, but he prefers the cot. Meanwhile Ez is stuck in a portacot waiting for the cot to be freed up when hippie hair Henry moves to the big boy bed.

I'm thinking Ezra will be in that bed first, myself...
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KL said…
I know why Henry is refusing that bed. It is because this cot looks very comfortable with all the enclosures around it compared to that big boy bed. I myself would prefer this cot-bed :-D
25 July 2009 at 02:45
Roddy said…
Convince Elmo to move to the bigger bed and perhaps Henry will move with him. I dunno, perseverance I guess will win out in the end.
25 July 2009 at 19:14
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
Maybe Henry, just feel comfortable with familiar. He probably so use to sleeping in that bed that he don't want to "give" it up yet!
Hi! Jen and Ezra,...
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
26 July 2009 at 06:45
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he is stubborn, like his mother.
29 July 2009 at 08:27
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Elmo likes the cot.
29 July 2009 at 08:27
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, he'll have to be the one to decide, you can't force him.
29 July 2009 at 08:27
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
I see that Henry does not want to stop being a baby. Surely, after the summer (here in Spain) my son, who is now almost 21 months of age (the next day August 1 will meet the 21) will be spent in the crib to bed, but I do not know if I have to wait he has 2 years of age. What do you think about this, Kris?
30 July 2009 at 20:15
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, I think that children are both simple and complex and always surprise!
3 August 2009 at 10:05
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