A Brief History Of Max's Beds

In those innocent days before Max was born, our initial thought was that he would sleep in his co-sleeper, peacefully beside us while still leaving us our bed to ourselves. Look how well Max took to this idea!

Next, we borrowed a portable crib, so that Max could nap in comfort, but still be nearby while I toiled around the house. Goblin found this bed to be luxuriously soft and convenient. Max slept in it, oh, maybe twice.

Now here we have the correct answer, as far as Max is concerned. Remember the bed that we were going to have peacefully to ourselves? Max finds it very comfortable, and is generous enough to share it with us upon occasion.

Now that Max is older, we have begun trying to transition him into his own crib, especially at naptime. Max had reservations about this idea initially . . .

. . . But he is now convinced that solo napping, especially in the summer (oh, central air conditioning, how I pine for thee), has its advantages. I would also like to say (in the interests of filing grievances against Max that I can use to guilt-trip him at a later date) that in order to convince him that the crib was just as good a place to nap as the big bed, I had to nurse him while he lay in it. Look at the picture here and imagine all the ways I might accomplish this. None of them could possibly be comfy, could they? You think about that, Teenage Max, before you go out drinking and carousing.