Well, tonight has been more of a struggle. He has gotten up once and once he was put back in bed, he started crying. So here I lie, on the floor of his bedroom, comforting him without talking or touching, waiting for him to lull himself to sleep. This is a big adjustment, and I know he is ready, but I am having a hard time with it. He is growing up so fast! Believe me, I love not changing or buying diapers, and we gave his crib and lots of clothes to a family in need. But he's not a baby anymore, and that is heartbreaking in many respects. Hearing him say, "No, Mama. I do it by myself!" or hearing him call out, "I'm frew!" when he finishes his business on the potty and needs his bottom wiped makes me proud, amazed, nostalgic, and melancholy all at the same time. Seeing him walking down the sidewalk without the tell-tale "diaper booty" of an infant is also another reminder that he is growing up. Where does the time go?
When I get his new bedding this weekend, I will post some pictures of his big boy bed. He is proud of it and feels like it's really his room now instead of a place that happens to contain his crib. He played in his room by himself for a few hours today. I love to watch and listen to him pretend and talk to himself. He says, "Wait a minute. Let's see," when he is thinking about his next steps. His new favorite toy is the ottoman we bought for the living room ("Company is coming! Shove all the clutter in the ottoman!"). He loves to put toys in and out of the ottoman. He pretends it's a boat, a spooky forest, a volcano with "hot laba", a castle, and hot air balloon.
His favorite show this week is Scooby Doo. His favorite book this week is Spot's Having a Party. His favorite things to eat this week are Popsicles and cherry tomatoes. His favorite stuffed animal this week is lullaby bear.
And, of course, he is our favorite thing ever - an amazing little boy with a good heart, empathy, strength, bossiness, creativity, and curiosity.
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