Big Boy Bed

We did it. We made that big step. We took down the sweet baby boy crib and moved in the twin bed. I didn't think I would, but I almost cried. Almost. While Tim (and Marcus) were dismantling the crib, I stood nearby recounting aloud that day in our first apartment in Boise when we put the crib together and placed our little 1 1/2 month old baby boy in it for the first time. The mattress was raised as high as it could go, and Marcus was so little in the middle of what once seemed such a spacious sleeping space. Sigh.

While I waxed nostalgic, Marcus went around with the screwdriver saying, "Marcus help daddy. Marcus big boy bed. Bye bye crib." And later, when we bought him his very own pillow, he could barely contain his excitement. He couldn't wait to get the crib out of his room and the new bed set up in its place.

I think most parents probably move their children out of the crib because a new baby needs it. Others move them because the kid has learned to climb out of the crib and it's become a hazard. For us, Marcus just seemed ready and willing. He slept in our bed when he was sick and he slept in a bed when he spent the night at grandma's last weekend. We haven't had any issues with him climbing out of his new big boy bed at unholy hours of the morning (yet), and he was more than willing to take a nap this afternoon.

My sweet baby boy is growing up. I never thought I'd be that mom, but I think I'm going to cry when he goes off to kindergarten, in fact, I know I will. Oh well.

"Marcus help."

Loving the new bed and his very own pillow.