In and Out. That’s What Big Boy Beds are Made for.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Internet, we proudly welcome you to the Grand Opening of Bastien’s New Room. The good news? He LOVES it. And we should hope so after two grueling* trips to IKEA. *trust me, I am sparing you from a litany of pregnant-woman-shopping-with-child-and-driving-through-arctic-snowstorm-grumblings with this word choice.

Several times a day, at least one of us gets dragged in here to…? Look at books, listen to bedtime music…? It’s never exactly clear what he wants us to do once we’re in here. But what IS clear is that he does not want us to miss out on the excitement.

He’s even fine if you close the door and, yeah go ahead, turn the lights off. Just don’t expect him to stay in that bed. Because if he was supposed to stay in that bed, why (for heaven’s sake) would it be so low to the ground? And so impossibly irresistible to climb out of?