Our little guy turned two last month. And today, in an impromptu trip to Ikea, we bought a big boy bed. The assembly was messy with a screwdriver wielding toddler helping us tighten all the screws (and a few other things). And, then we went upstairs and, with that same toddler's help, disassembled the crib.
And, I felt a pang. The tiny little baby we brought home at 7 pounds 12 ounces and 20 inches long is now a 28 pound, just short of three foot, curly headed boy.
The days go slow and the years fast--and that big boy bed has been the first big step away from baby. I hope that he is ready. I am not sure that I am...
This big boy/baby dance is a tough one. It's exercise for the heart...because someday, if we do our job right, that bed will be empty and our big boy will be a man.