I just cracked open Little E’s door to see him peacefully sleeping in his bed. That’s right, his bed. I vowed that I’d leave him in the crib until he was 4, but my resolve is waivering. In our teeny-tiny house with teeny-tiny bedrooms, the extra space taken up by the crib is HUGE. Our goal has been to get the two boys into a room together, but that can’t happen until we say good-bye to the crib.
We hope to say goodbye soon.
It’s funny because our Bump was in a bed at 2 years and 1 day, because he wanted to be. We had a mattress on the floor of his room for sometime – he napped there. And finally we just went for it. There was no pressure from soon-to-be-born Little E. We had a bassinet for him. But it’s just how it happened.
This weekend, we set up the bed rail on the day bed – making it really nothing more than a glorified crib. Well, a crib he can climb out of. E went for the crib every time. I couldn’t keep him in the bed. And now last night, he decides he wants the bed – as he battles what we would discover what was bronchiatis and is hyped up on albuterol – he wants to sleep in his bed. And all day today, it was bed, bed, bed. And now there he is in his codeine induced sleep (thanks doc for the cough medicine) and I can hardly believe it. A month ago, he still had his bottle and now there he is in a big boy bed.
Next thing you know, he’ll be using the toilet. And since I pulled the potty chair down yesterday, he has sat on it a number of times. I even found toilet paper in the bottom of it!
A part of me can’t believe that my little baby is becoming a boy. As he formulates his vocabulary, I marvel at the things that come out of his mouth. Pumpkin Patch. Cool it. Rain. Rain. Down Down. Casey bone. Tub toys. It’s just the little things that we see and know the light it on in his world. He swings on the big boy swing now sometimes. He can eat his food with minimal assistance from me. He pulls the milk jug out of the fridge when he desires a drink. And he follows his brother with love and affection, trying to do everything he can do. And many times, he does it.
So I watch the little man lying propped up in his new big boy bed and know that it won’t be long before he’ll be passing another milestone, making my heart soar and breaking it all in one felled swoop.
