Goal!

I have a basketball goal in my living room. Jealous?



I know it sounds glamorous and perhaps something one might see on MTV's Cribs, but don't be fooled. Having a basketball goal in one's close quarters is far from the fabulous life. Did I mention that our basketball goal is blue and red and made by Little Tikes?

I hold my mother and husband responsible for the existence of the basketball goal in my living room. These two thought that every little boy needs a basketball goal so one was purchased for Isaac's second birthday. It resides inside for 24/7 access and spontaneous pick-up games. Besides it would be quite conventional for such sporting equipment to be outside and we are all about the unconventional here at casa de phillips.



Because a basketball goal lives in my living room, I have decided to undertake OPERATION: BIG BOY BED. Currently there are two beds in Isaac's room: a crib and a trundle bed (AKA his Big Boy Bed). If Isaac could learn to sleep in the big boy bed, we could take the crib down and put it in the attic, thus freeing up space for the basketball goal (and various other toys) to live in Isaac's room. I am all about freeing up space (for example, our coffee table now lives in our garage because I could not take the clutter in the living room one more day) here at our house.



I decided that Monday was the day to begin Operation: BBB. However, Isaac designated Monday as "Push All Limits Day". Apparently this was a two-day event for him, so Tuesday was out as well. On Wednesday we talked on the way to school about how he was going to nap in his big boy bed later that afternoon. I installed the rail to prevent unfortunate falls onto his head and moved his many loved animals that must be present during all sleep times.



After lunch I lovingly tucked him into his bed and instructed him in quite the serious Mommy tone that he had to stay in bed until I came and got him after nap time. I closed the door and heard silence.



Twenty minutes later I still heard silence and proceeded to pat myself on the back for a job well done.



Thirty minutes later I heard a small voice chatting up a storm from behind Isaac's closed bedroom door. I opened the door to remind him to close his eyes and go to sleep and discovered that I had not been specific enough in my instructions about what things were not to take place while sleeping in the big boy bed. Although I had told Isaac to stay in bed, not kick the walls, and not remove his diaper, I had somehow forgotten to remind him to not completely disassemble the picture frames on the dresser next to his bed.



Into the crib he went for the remainder of naptime.



Yesterday we attempted the big boy bed again. I only had to go in one time and remind him that standing on one's head in the big boy bed is not the best way to ensure a quality nap. Isaac fell asleep about 20 minutes after I placed him in bed.

Good-bye, Basketball goal!

Now if I could only get the exacauser out of my kitchen....

(I have pictures but Blogger won't let me post them for some reason)