Transitions are tough

While Big Will and Miss M were in school Wednesday morning Mimi and I took apart Big Will's crib in preparation for the arrival of the new furniture.  After we picked up the kids from school we drove Mimi to the airport. 

I told Big Will that I took his bed apart on the way back home.  MISTAKE. He lost his mind. He just wanted his bed back. Miss M and I tried to explain what was going on. Eventually we stopped talking to him and just let him freak out.  As soon as he walked in the door he walked straight toward the stairs to go to his room to see what had transpired.  He didn't have to get very far into the house before seeing his crib in all the pieces sitting by the front door.  He then fell to the ground and lost it again. He couldn't even recover to eat the McDonald's I so graciously bought him.  

I had the kids come upstairs with me and help me (run around under foot) take Miss M's bed apart and put it back together in Big Will's room.  I think that being apart of the process helped Big Will process what was going on.  Pretty soon they were all jumping on and off his bed.

The chair won't be a long-term fixture in his room but I couldn't move it downstairs by myself and I figured getting rid of the crib was shocking enough.  I love the way it looks. It looks like the room has finally come together.  His bedsheets should be here soon.  Miss M is really concerned that he only has pink sheets/pillowcases.

 Big Will and Miss M having a slumber party b/c there's no furniture in Miss M's room.  You can hardly tell they are both in there but they are in there amongst all the pillows and blankets.