Back in thre saddle again

While we were on vacation -- that would be the vacation with the children in Florida, not the vacation without the children in the Maldives -- I let Jack sleep in a queen-size bed for a few nights.

We surrounded him with pillows and he stayed in bed, although there was some fooling around. Those antics included him standing at the foot of the bed and falling straight back onto the mattress from a standing position. Think "trust fall" with the bed acting as the catcher. He thought he was hilarious. I let it go and didn't say anything and he eventually laid down and went to sleep.

Based on the success there, I put him back in the bed at home and so far, we've had a good do of it. He gets out a couple of times to use the potty or have us cover him with a blanket, but for the most part, he's doing great.

However, he does still get out. And he knows he's not supposed to, but it's like he just can't help himself.

Yesterday during bathtime I told him he was a good boy and he looked at me with a serious look on his face.

"Sometimes... sometimes I not nice," he said.

"No, you're always a nice boy; but sometimes you do things that aren't nice," I told him.

"Like get out of bed," he said with a big sigh.

I laughed and said yes, like get out of bed.

It's so hard to be mad at him when he looks as little and earnest like he did at that moment. It was then that I realized I need to remember he's only 3. He tries to be good, but his little brain in physically incapable of impulse control. He makes bad choices, but that's also how he learns.

I am sure I will forget all of that tomorrrow when he's running around his bedroom instead of napping, but I have the best of intentions right now.