In our kids' room, we have Beau's crib and a set of bunk beds. We have never been in a hurry to get Beau out of his crib and into a 'big boy bed,' but a while back we just naturally started laying in the bottom bunk to read bedtime stories.
That was a couple weeks ago, and he hasn't slept in his crib since. By choice. We use the potty (which he is also getting very good at doing), then read our book(s) for the night, and we always ask, "Do you want to sleep in your crib or the big bed?" Not once has the crib won.
It seems like he is getting older, bigger, and smarter every day. He talks all the time and has definite opinions about everything. He is quickly transforming from a baby to a little boy. And we are powerless to stop it.
Years ago, I read that many parents start itching to have another baby as soon as their youngest hits about 2 or 3 years old. Something about the "new baby" pheromones wearing off and parents being addicted to the love buzz. That may be true.
Or maybe, despite all the complaining new parents do about sleepless nights and dirty diapers, when our babies become big kids, we really just want them to need us...at least a little bit. It's true what all the older, wiser parents say: it really does fly.
*wipes a tear*
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