Mr.4 is desperate for bunk beds. Earlier this year when we were on holiday, he slept in a bunk bed for the first time at a friend’s place. They talked until past 9pm (Mr.4’s usually sound asleep around 7pm) as the whole bunk bed experience was just so thrilling and exciting for him. As it would be, at age 4!
Then recently one of his good friends Nathan got bunk beds in his room, as his younger brother’s no longer in his cot.
Enter some serious bunk bed envy.
Mr.4’s younger brother, Mr.1, is nowhere near ready to be in a big bed. He’s not even 18 months yet and we’ll be keeping him in his cot for as long as possible he still loves his cot.
Try telling this to Mr.4. I’ve had begging, pleading…the most wonderfully sweet and polite, “plleeeeeease can we have bunk beds Mummy, plleeeeeease?”
He and Mr.1 will be getting bunk beds one day. I’m actually looking forward to them sharing a room and the chatting and giggling that goes with it! In the meantime though, one rainy afternoon, Mr.4 devised this alternative strategy as a makeshift bunk bed:
That’s pretty much every pillow, doona and blanket he could get his hands on from every room in the house. The little project manager then had me strategically fold and layer each cushion and doona so that we maximised the height of his ”bunk”.
Oh Mr.4, you’ll get your bunk bed soon enough. In return, Mummy just has two requests – endless kisses and cuddles, and that you stop growing up so fast!