It seems like just yesterday that I brought my baby boy home from the hospital. And through those first few months it never occurred to me that he may actually grow up. Okay so I am being slightly sentimental, but you bring home a tiny little baby and can't even imagine what he or she will become. I have admitted more than once on here, that I get teary-eyed very easily over the small things with my boys, so bear with me, even though I don't think that transitioning from a crib to a big boy bed is a small feat.
We have been blessed with a child who likes structure, order and rules. Up until 2 weeks ago, it NEVER occurred to him that he could climb out of his crib. He loved the security of those four "walls". I was always amused by comments and curiosity by friends and strangers when they found out that Evan wasn't in a big boy bed yet. I don't know why it was such a big deal, but apparently Jeremy and I are in the minority by keeping him in the crib. By hey, to each their own.
But the past couple of weeks, Evan has shown signs of being ready to move on up. And I have shown signs of having a meltdown. Again, I am being slightly over dramatic. But to me this is a huge deal. My baby is growing up!
He has tried sleeping in a twin bed that his cousin had at my mother-in-law's house but soon after the naps he informed us that he would rather sleep in his bed. He didn't quite understand either what the big deal was.
But a few weeks ago, he finally realized that he could climb out of his crib and a whole new world opened up. Nothing like hearing tiny, running footsteps across the hard wood floors at 6:30 in the morning and finally a creek of the door and up the stairs and a giggly boy jumping in our bed. We knew then that we should probably start looking into buying a bed.
Well that search ended Monday night! And last night 
Jeremy and Evan assembled it. He was soooo excited and couldn't wait to try it out! He picked out sports bedding - shocker I know - to go on his new bed that I kinda encouraged since it matched the paint colors on the wall. Trying to help Jeremy out on that one. But Evan actually saw the bedding and proclaimed "that is what he wanted" so we were all happy. We originally told him that he could sleep in his new bed on Christmas Eve, but he was so excited that we worked late (9:30 which is 2 hours past Evan's bedtime) to complete it.
Evan's squealing and giggling kept Carter awake, so we allowed Carter to check it out also. Carter was super excited to see stars on the blankets - he loves stars right now- but Evan quickly turned Carter's attention to the footballs and basketballs and baseballs that were on it. Evan also made sure to remind Carter that he was a big boy now and Carter was still a baby.
So to many moms, this isn't a big deal, but my heart is just a little sad to know that indeed he is growing up and this is one of the first (of many) times that I have to let go and allow him some freedom.
But I have informed him that even when he is 6 foot 4, he will still be my baby boy!
