This week's been a bitter-sweet week for me. Ethan's turning 18-months old tomorrow, which should be a good day... so why do I feel like I'm being robbed?
It seems silly now that I think about it... but just a couple minutes ago, I cried because Ethan actually fell asleep on his toddler bed with no problems. We noticed that he's been getting caught in the rails of his crib lately (he tends to move around a lot when he sleeps). Anyway, I had a brilliant idea to see if he would sleep on his race car bed tonight. The "big boy" bed. At first, I thought he might be too young for it, but Ethan's always seemed to do things a little bit earlier than typical. I initially wanted to wait it out as much as possible -- surprisingly enough, he hasn't even tried to climb out of his crib. Of course, I didn't want to dismantle the crib just yet... so we parked his car bed at the foot of ours (at least for a couple of days). We let him play in it for a few minutes, grabbed his CD player from his room and turned his lullabies on, turned off the lights and kissed him goodnight. I cracked the door open, and tiptoed in the adjacent bathroom like a spy on a mission... waiting to see what he would do.
Secretly, I hoped that it wouldn't work out, just so I could put my baby back in his crib [I'm horrible, I know]. But much to my dismay, Ethan assumed his goodnight position (face down with his knees tucked in and butt in the air, pacifier in his mouth and Barney within arm's reach) then went to bed like he was told.
That's when the tears came. Afraid to wake him, I crawled back to Ethan's room and looked at all the hardwork I put into making the perfect nursery. I remembered helping Mike put the crib together, making sure all the bolts were tight and all the bumper ties were secure. The block letters on the wall still reads MICHAEL -- in my defense, I put that up before Mike decided he would call our son by his middle name (a decision made in the delivery room while I was still under anesthesia). I remember that now neatly framed 1000-piece puzzle that took Mike and I months to finish. And while I admit I have grown disgustingly sick of the abundance of Winnie the Pooh, I have to admit I'm going to be sad to see it all go.
My son's growing right in front of my eyes and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. And while I bawl myself out for every milestone he hits, he seems to just relish every change in his ever-growing status. I guess I should join the bandwagon.
It seems silly now that I think about it... but just a couple minutes ago, I cried because Ethan actually fell asleep on his toddler bed with no problems. We noticed that he's been getting caught in the rails of his crib lately (he tends to move around a lot when he sleeps). Anyway, I had a brilliant idea to see if he would sleep on his race car bed tonight. The "big boy" bed. At first, I thought he might be too young for it, but Ethan's always seemed to do things a little bit earlier than typical. I initially wanted to wait it out as much as possible -- surprisingly enough, he hasn't even tried to climb out of his crib. Of course, I didn't want to dismantle the crib just yet... so we parked his car bed at the foot of ours (at least for a couple of days). We let him play in it for a few minutes, grabbed his CD player from his room and turned his lullabies on, turned off the lights and kissed him goodnight. I cracked the door open, and tiptoed in the adjacent bathroom like a spy on a mission... waiting to see what he would do.
Secretly, I hoped that it wouldn't work out, just so I could put my baby back in his crib [I'm horrible, I know]. But much to my dismay, Ethan assumed his goodnight position (face down with his knees tucked in and butt in the air, pacifier in his mouth and Barney within arm's reach) then went to bed like he was told.
That's when the tears came. Afraid to wake him, I crawled back to Ethan's room and looked at all the hardwork I put into making the perfect nursery. I remembered helping Mike put the crib together, making sure all the bolts were tight and all the bumper ties were secure. The block letters on the wall still reads MICHAEL -- in my defense, I put that up before Mike decided he would call our son by his middle name (a decision made in the delivery room while I was still under anesthesia). I remember that now neatly framed 1000-piece puzzle that took Mike and I months to finish. And while I admit I have grown disgustingly sick of the abundance of Winnie the Pooh, I have to admit I'm going to be sad to see it all go.
My son's growing right in front of my eyes and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. And while I bawl myself out for every milestone he hits, he seems to just relish every change in his ever-growing status. I guess I should join the bandwagon.
4 comments:
Oh my I can't believe how quickly he adjusted to the big boy bed! I'm shocked! I'd like to keep Sophie in her crib as long as possible but seeing that she's already tried climbing out who knows how long I can put it off.
I know how you feel! We are working on Zack's new room now. He will hopefully be moved in next week. This is such a huge milestone. I'm not ready to lose my baby and the perfect nursery either and I'm sure I'll be bawling too. I hope he adjusts as easily as Ethan though, because we have to make room for the baby.
Wow, way to go Ethan.
Our crib turns into a toddler bed but I can't see myself taking crib rail off! I don't know if I'm ready yet. :P
Ethan is getting to be such a big boy!!!!! Great job!
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