Big Boy Bed

As I type this, my little boy is taking his nap.

And he's in a big boy bed.

And I'm not sure how I feel about that.

One of my most favorite things to do is to go in at night and watch him sleeping.

The slow rise and fall of his chest is comforting, and I love knowing that he's all tucked inside that crib - safe and sound.

 They say each new stage is fun and exciting, but I've been having trouble with this one.

I thought I'd be ok, but the first night after we read our books and I tucked him into it, I left his room and wept.

He looked so little in that twin bed, and I couldn't help but remember when we brought him home from the hospital and how little he looked when we put him in his crib.

I will always remember him like this...snuggled up with what seems like 80 stuffed animal friends.

I guess it's hard because he also starts preschool in September, and thinking about packing away his crib brought more emotions than I was ready for. Will we get it back out again someday for another baby? I sure hope so... but I couldn't help but also think about his little brother who should be sleeping in it now. Just a hard mommy moment.

I can feel Chase's "baby years" slipping away from me more and more each day.

I am so blessed to have a healthy, growing boy.

I just wish it would go by a little more slowly!

I am so PROUD of the little man he is becoming, and how great he has done in his new bed!