Big Boy Bed

The anticipation and finally arrival of Adam's "Big Boy Bed" was the highlight of the weekend. I have never seen him so excited. We have been "talking up" the big boy bed all week - so much so that anytime the doorbell rang Ad would take off running toward the door yelling, "My big boy bed, my big boy bed." Each time I would try to explain that soon, very soon it would arrive.



The day finally came for him on Saturday when the big truck pulled into the driveway. He ran to the window... "my bed, my bed, my big boy bed is here!" He ran to the front door to greet the delivery men and thank goodness they took to him right away because he never left their sides. He inspected and chatted about everything the men did... "you fixin' my big boy bed?" ...."you using that for my big boy bed?"... okay, you get the idea. His little voice is just too cute!!

The man was so incredibly nice that he even let Adam assist him with the drilling; Adam was in his glory. There was some reference to Bob the Builder and we quickly averted the Bob Theme song... thank goodness. (For those of you who were here for or heard about Halloween you understand). After the bed was assembled Adam wasted no time trying it out. The girls and I made the bed for him and my little guy was so excited.

It wasn't until the room was fully put together that it hit me. My little guy isn't so little anymore. In an hour he went from a baby's room to a big boy's room. I admit I became a little teary eyed! I remember the first time he slept in his crib.... I also remember the first time he jumped out of his crib (something the girls never did). While I welcome all of my children becoming their own independent selves there is a part of me that would keep them little forever if I could. I guess it is sort of a rite of passage for him... but he will always be "my little guy".