Every week is Shark Week

Stuffed shark to snuggle? Check.

"Jawsome" shark pajamas to keep you warm? Check.

Shark sheets to lie on? Check.

Big boy bed to sleep in? Check!

After weeks of sanding, sawing, drilling and painting, Caleb's big boy bed was finally complete and in place in his room. I think he was a little relieved, after watching us work on it in the garage for so long, to realize that he wasn't actually going to have to sleep down there.

He took to his new sleeping arrangements like a champ, and became immediately territorial of his new space, gently reminding his sister over and over again, "This is Caleb's big boy bed. You sleep in Abby's big girl bed."

In a move I have since regretted, I put the baby monitor in his room so I could listen in and hear if he fell out of bed or had some other Big Boy Bed-related disaster. What I've found is that my son is a very noisy sleeper. There were no disasters, and instead, all I heard was the 45 minute conversation he carried on with his shark, his dog, his blanket and his quilt as he settled down for his nap.

"Hi Sharkie! This is my big boy bed. No, it's not a bed! It's a big boy bed!!"

"Hi blankie! This is my big boy bed. No, it's not a bed! It's a big boy bed!!"

"Hi quilt! This is my big boy bed. No, it's not a bed! It's a big boy bed!!"

"Hi Husky! This is my big boy bed. No, it's not a bed! It's a big boy bed!!"

He has maintained his insistence that we are to refer to it not as his new bed, but as his "Big Boy Bed." Any forgetfulness on our part is promptly corrected by a very proud two-year-old.