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The ‘fun’ of moving twin toddlers from cots to ‘big boy’ beds

Taking the sides off your baby’s cot and moving them into ‘big boy’ beds is a big deal. It’s like one of those milestones that some people can’t wait for, and others (like me) kind of dread. 

I’d put it off and off, knowing that once they could get out of bed, all hell was likely to break loose. You’ve seen my twins, right? 

I had also learned from bitter experience with the four year old that once they got the taste of freedom, you could kiss naptime goodbye. So I was determined to keep them caged for as long as possible, however old that meant they were. 

It’s fine to still be in a cot when they start school, isn’t it? 

The demise of the nap meant it was time for beds

But my plans were scuppered around Christmas time when they decided to stick two fingers up at napping anyway, so I knew at some point, I’d just have to get on with it and take the sides off. 

When I say me, obviously I mean the Other Half. And it’s still taken us two months to get round to it though.

Then last week, Twin One finally realised he could climb out of his cot bed. I can’t believe he’s taken so long to be honest – considering this is the boy who manages to climb onto window sills, tables, chests of drawers, kitchen work surfaces, basically whatever he fancies. 

And not only did he do it once, he spent precisely 54 minutes climbing in and out at least 25 times at bedtime. Then as well as climbing INTO his twin brothers’ cot bed to jump on him, he’d run up and down the landing laughing uncontrollably. He was so proud of himself. (And actually it would have been cute, had I not been solo parenting all week and patience was wearing RATHER thin). 

I put him back countless times. Just for him to climb out again the second I turned my back. How the hell do you stop children getting out of bed at night? I changed tact and started ignoring him, hoping that without a reaction, he’d get bored and take himself back to bed himself. I wasn’t even worried about him hurting himself, he was a pro at getting in and out safely.

Nobody was impressed with the bedtime antics – except the twins

I even had the four year old telling him off because he was interrupting his story time by making so much noise. None of it worked.

Twin Two was obviously no help whatsoever. He just stood up in his cot bed cheering his brother on like he was within touching distance of an Olympic gold in the 100 metre sprint. You’d have thought he’d have just been jealous he couldn’t do the same. Thank GOD he can’t!

That was the last thing I wanted. TWO out of control toddlers on the loose in the upstairs of my house. Luckily we have a stair gate on the top of the stairs, so at least the bedtime carnage was limited to the landing and bedrooms. But it was bad enough.

I fully intended to put a stair gate on their bedroom door once the cot sides were off, but I hadn’t anticipated the escapology shit storm happening on that particular night.

I tried bribery of various forms – you know all the important things like no biscuits, no TV, no fun for the next 10 years. None of them worked. 

New parenting low to get Twin One to bed

Then I reached (as the Other Half put it when I told him) a ‘new parenting low’. I rang my mum to do my dirty work for me. I have officially lost all control/discipline/influence of my own children. 

Granny, of course played along perfectly on speakerphone. Telling him that he wouldn’t be allowed to go to her house again if he didn’t do as Mummy told him and get into bed straight away. 

She said she’d be really disappointed if that happened because she had had such a lovely time with him that very afternoon, and she would hate for him to never go there again. (Clearly there was no way I would ACTUALLY let this happen as I’d go mad within about, ooh, a week). 

But Twin One swallowed it hook, line and sinker. It was like it was TOO easy. His little face was a picture of absolute blind panic. As he told Granny “I go bed now, Ganny”, and climbed back in. 

He lay down and snuggled under the covers, shutting his eyes tight, as if to block me out. And that was it! 

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you MY MUM!! If you ever need your child telling off but in the nicest way you could ever imagine, just give her a call. She’s pretty bloody good at it. 

Would they stay in their beds all night?

Now for the rest of the night. How was that going to go? How many times would he wake up and climb out? Would I have to stand guard on his bedroom door like he was some sort of criminal in hospital? But it was actually okay. He woke (as normal) at about 3am and cried for me. I did my usual, taking the path of least resistance, of bringing him into my bed to save him waking up Twin Two. Even though I hate co-sleeping. So there were no breakout antics at all.

In fact on the subject of co-sleeping, I was kind of hoping that putting them in big boy beds would be a way of bringing an end to the bed invasion. Don’t get me wrong, I do love a cuddle. But it’s happening pretty much every night and getting annoying. Getting to sleep some nights is bad enough as it is, even though I have a special contoured memory foam pillow for sleep apnea compilation. It’s great and really helps, but nothing works 100% when your sleep is interrupted by twins every night!

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The other night both twins were in with us, they both wanted me to be next to them, so I was wedged in between them not being able to move. Typically had to be a night the Other Half was home taking up precious space in the bed. I spent the next four hours clinging on to Twin Two with one hand, for fear he’d roll off the side of the bed onto our unforgiving hardwood floor. With Twin One’s arms splayed out shoving me in the face. Whilst also having zero room to move into any kind of comfortable position myself. My back was agony by the morning. 

So that was it. One more evening of Twin One pretending he was in some sort of Escape Rooms game, and it was time for my babies to become big boys.

Preparing them for big boy beds

The cot beds had to be converted, a stair gate had to be put on their door, and the twins had some tough love coming their way on the old nightly co-sleeping front. 

I’ve talked all week about when they are in ‘big boy beds’ they would have to stay in them all night. Laying it on thick about only babies coming into Mummy’s bed. They’re 2.5 and are already fiercely indignant about being called a baby. So obviously I use this one ALL THE TIME. 

Never one for missing out on anything (they get that from me), the twins helped the Other Half with the cot bed conversion, then spent all afternoon treating their new beds like trampolines, and generally dicking about on them. 

This was fine. Get it all out the way before bedtime, and all that. 

Baby Dan wooden bed rails are fab

We put our new Baby Dan wooden bed rails onto each bed so they didn’t take a plunge to the floor at 2am. (You can read my review of them here) I also not-so-secretly hoped the rails would lure them into thinking they COULDN’T get out of bed. But clearly I totally underestimated my own children’s intelligence. 

Twin One sussed it immediately, but rather than getting in and out at either end, true to form, decided climbing over the top was the more preferable option. Why am I not surprised?

As expected bedtime was slightly more challenging than normal. Both boys getting in and out continuously, into each other’s beds, turning the light on and off, and hanging off the stair gate vying for attention. I gave them 20 minutes, because, well I thought I’d be generous. Then I went straight for the big guns – threatening to call Granny again. 

And it worked an absolute bloody charm. Again. They basically love Granny more than they love me (often crying for her in the middle of the night, rather than me) so I was hopeful it would work, and it did. 

They both got into bed, lay down, shut their eyes and went to sleep. Just. Like. That. WTF??

I’m amazed they’ve stayed in their beds

Twin One woke at 2.40am but I stayed true to my promise and wouldn’t let him in our bed. And he didn’t even attempt to get out. The only annoying thing was that after I’d settled him, I then woke him up making a noise with the damn stair gate in the dark! 

Last night was day two, and it was even better. Mainly because I was out at bedtime and had left the Other Half to it. They were all in bed asleep when I got home, so I’d call that a success. 

And guess what? They both stayed in their beds and SLEPT ALL NIGHT LONG! This is literally only about the fourth or fifth time this has EVER happened. 

It might never happen again, but I’m taking it as a win, even for just one night. THEY SLEPT ALL NIGHT FFS! This is beyond huge for us. 

Toddler boy on the floor next to his new bed

I’ll obviously have jinxed it now by writing about it so early on. And this time next week I’ll be whinging into my wine glass that it’s all gone to shit again. 

But I’ll be positive and say that maybe moving them into beds will help them sleep better. I REALLY hope so.

I’ll keep you posted! 

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How did I do?

Did you enjoy this post? If so, have a read of a few of my others. Whilst we’re on the subject of sleeping, how about The Early Days Of Three Babies Under 2.5? Or Five Reasons I Have Mum Guilt. Actually, have a browse through my Mum Life section and there’ll hopefully be something you fancy. And if you want some proper advice, read Our Tips For A Great Bedtime Routine by Typical Mummy.

If you like a bit of social media madness, pop over to my Facebook page where you’ll be able to have a laugh at what ridiculousness goes on in my house with three very small boys on a daily basis. Warning – there is often sarcasm, and usually swearing. There are also great travel reviews and some AWESOME giveaways. Feel free to join my Twins, Tantrums and Cold Coffee – Shits and Giggles Parenting Group too, where everyone shares their hilarious stories.

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