All Grown Up

It's really hit me over the past week or so that my "baby" is not going to be my "baby" anymore. In the next few weeks we'll have all sorts of changes going on, but one of them I was not prepared adequately for was just how very much I would "miss" my Mr. A as my baby. He will be our "science project" forever, but he only got to be my "baby boy" once and I miss him already. He hasn't changed at all, but it feels like it in a way! On Sunday in church we started singing "Be Still My Soul" and I could not stop the tears. I was so overcome with everything. DH had given a talk so I was sitting in the row with Mr. A by myself. He stopped what he was doing (eating a fruit bar from Trader Joe's - yum), climbed up on the bench, looked at me, and wiped my tear from my cheek. It was quite possibly the sweetest thing he has ever done. It only served to make me cry harder. What a tender little boy.

So on to the real reason for this post - late as it may be, we finally took the crib out of Mr. A's room and set up the bunk beds, or his "Big Boy bed" as we call it. We took a few rungs off the ladder (we weren't born yesterday), put the lock on the outside of the door, and let him try it out for his nap. He opened the door once (DH forgot to lock it the first time), tried knocking when it was locked the second time, did some serious jumping off the stool that we had left in the corner right underneath the light switch (thus, lights all turned on), unplugged the sound machine, and made lots of noise until 45 mins. later he finally fell asleep. He did come out of his nap in different pants than we had put him to bed in, but that's minor, I believe.

For bedtime last night, we removed the stool, took out the sound machine, closed all drawers solidly and made the place as boring as possible. DH laid with him for a few minutes, but not long. After hearing him messing around for about 20 mins I went back in (he was also knocking at this point). His pants were off, as was his diaper, and he was holding his "car" diaper (his Pullups) in the other hand. I asked DH to throw up the duct tape, I laid him on the floor, put duct tape over his diaper tabs, put his pants back on, and tucked him back under his covers and told him it was time to go to sleep and stay in his bed. We heard him talking for a few more minutes but then all went quiet.

We were anxious to go in and find him in some weird position but this was all we found when we checked on him...


...my sweet prince sleeping soundly. Tonight - talking for a few minutes and then silence again. Didn't even try to get out. Please don't let there be regression!