a tiring week...

We bought Ben his first proper bed last weekend.  To be honest we'd have been happy to keep him in his cot for quite a while longer as he had shown no real inclination to climb out and "if it ain't broke don't fix it".  but Rebecca has been in the cot we borrowed from Paul's parents since we decided to try attaching it to our double bed for co-sleeping right at the start (once we realised she was having none of the Moses basket).  This cot, we think, is probably at least 45 years old and, whilst it has served us well, once she was capable of standing up, we were a little nervous of it's strength, so we needed to transfer Ben's cot bed to her.
So Ben has a lovely new toddler bed, and Rebecca has the cot bed.  We were mainly concerned with Ben, given that he would now be able to get in and out of bed himself....  But actually in the main he has been fine. He had a wobble one night this week where he declared "I don't like my new bed" but given that the phrase "I don't like" has been his favourite all week and he was generally in a state of mind not to want to go to bed in general, that seems to have been temporary and he was back to accepting it the next day at nap time.  He does call out when the duvet/toys/books have fallen out of bed which can be frustrating,  But so far he's not ended up on the floor himself.
Rebecca, however, has reverted to he teething approach of waking up in the night and not wanting to be left alone, despite our best efforts to creep out.  It may be that this has coincided with more teeth but whatever the reason it has made for a sleep-deprived and frustrating week.  We are knackered.
Last night, however, seemed a little bit better (at least i think, I may have been so knackered that I slept through Paul dealing with her).  Fingers crossed.....