So, here’s another tragic but much less important mini milestone in my life. My son, not even 2, is now sleeping in his very own big boy bed. How could it be?!?!?! How could he want to grow up so fast? Doesn’t he want to always stay mamas little boy? It doesn’t seem so. It also doesn’t seem that anyone else is having such a rough time with this as I am. My husband is excited for our son, and our son…well he LOVES his big boy bed. We got him one of those huge plastic fire truck beds. It has a light on the top, which he loves to turn on. He has adjusted extremely well to the new surroundings.

For about the past month, he has been jumping out of his crib every morning now. It happened one morning while I was sitting on the foot of my bed, after I had just woken up, trying to get up the strength to make it in to his room and get him out of his crib when all of a sudden his mischievous little face popped through my bedroom door, with a HUGE heart melting smile on it. “WHAT?!?!?!? How did you get in here?” My life hasn’t been the same since then.

We decided it was time (actually my husband decided and talked me into it being time) to move him into his new bed. So one afternoon while he napped, we took down his crib (he was sleeping in our bed, which is a milestone in-and-of itself) and put up his fire truck bed. We bought him 2 Disney Cars posters, a Disney Cars stop light lamp, a hamper and two sets of Cars sheets. When he woke up from his nap, he came into his new wonderland and was amazed and excited to see this new fascination.
Now, every morning I get woken up with the sound of him trying to turn his door knob, which he still can’t open, and escape his room. Thank God for the little things….old door knobs that are still toddler proof.