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- February 22nd, 2009
During out visit back home I dropped by the local Tzomet Sfarim bookstore to see if there's anything that I might be interested in, despite the fact I had no time in the past 18 months to read anything not study-related except for a single Pratchett book. Anyway, as I was strolling by depressed by the complete lack of anything mildly interesting, I noticed a book by wassername Daliot, the Israeli Supernanny. Out of mere curiosity I flipped to the contents page to see what sort of topics she's covering. The very first one was about a child who sleeps in her parents' bed. That hit home. So I started reading the first chapter. It took a lot of flipping through endless pointless descriptions, some of them in boxes for not apparent reason, but eventually I got to the practical stuff. She suggested to a couple that came to her with the problem that during dinner, they explain to the child that tonight she is going to sleep in her own bed, and instructed them to quietly but stubbornly refuse to give in to her crying and return her to bed whenever she got out of it and into their room.
Now, our kid has his own bed, which is in our room for lack of space. He used to be in a crib, and for a while he even slept there regularly, but then we had some transition issues and we felt sorry for him, so we let him sleep with us. When we decided it was time to get him back to sleeping in his own bed, we found he could climb out of the crib - just well enough to throw himself out of it and fall 4 feet to the floor... So we sold the crib, and he was allowed once again to sleep in our bed. We then bought a toddler bed, and, like I said, placed it in our room, next to our bed, but he still refused to go to sleep in it - he fell asleep in our bed and I had to move him every night over to his own bed.
Tonight I figured I'd give that idea of Daliot's a shot. Come evening I told the kid that tonight he's going to sleep in his own bed. He seemed confused at first, and said "mommy daddy bed" a couple of times. I insisted, and even reminded him that it was grandma and grandpa that bought him his new bed (which is true). He considered this for a while, and then climbed into his bed, and asked for his pillow, which was on our bed, and his new Dora doll, and then he just put himself to sleep, no argument, no crying, no resentment.
Every once in a while he reminds me just what a great kid he is.