They Can't Be Babies Forever....

Eventually we'd like the boys to share a room as little boys do, with bunk beds and the whole bit. But for training purposes, I set up Zachary's new bed in his own room. I was going to leave the crib in the room just in case, but then decided at the last minute to take it apart and get it out of there so that he doesn't think there's an option. That was hard emotionally, but I did it. When it was time for bed, he did give me a bit of grief, which was to be expected. But he finally laid down and was out quick. Didn't realize how it would affect me, but when I came out into the living room and the crib was in pieces, I felt my heart sink and my eyes got teary. I can't believe my baby isn't a baby anymore. Granted, he won't be two for another couple months, but he's pretty eager to learn. Of course, I've got to give credit where it's due and that's to big brother, Scotty....he's been the best example for Z and seems to take pride in teaching him new things. The potty was the latest thing (who needs to aim for cheerios when you've got a big brother to show you the ropes?). And now he's sleeping in a real bed. I just can't believe how easy it's been, but that ease is coming at a bittersweet pace...