BIG BOY BED

Well this weekend we decided that it was time to get little boy his own bed. it is still in our room and it is right next to our bed and he can get to us with ease. It has made sleeping easier for all of us. Steph is back in our bed, rather than sleeping in another room, which is very comforting and adds to our intimacy. it is amazing how just being able to touch her arm while we sleep gives me a sense of calm and rightness in my heart. I was very happy to have her back, with her arms around me and snoring in my ear.. haha... Seriously though, life is whizzing by. I cant believe that our son is sleeping in a twin sized bed. It was just last week, I swear it was just a week ago when he got his first tooth. Now he is in his own, one of many in his lifetime, bed. It is so bittersweet, seeing him become another step more independent. Still, I feel like I can help him and protect him from the pain and fears that will inevitable creep in to our delightful flower garden like intrusive weeds in the grass. I have the power, and the control to save him from many, many things. And yet, a part of me is overjoyed with his independence. It think being a parent might make you a little schizophrenic, or just a little crazy. I feel like most of the time I want him to grow and progress and discover and become. Then there are a few moments every so often when I think, wait, I wasn't done with that yet. I just wanted one more bite... There was still a crumb or two left on the plate. I am hoping that he can sleep in his big boy bed in our room for awhile. We are comfortable with how things are right now, and I would never begin again and choose not to co-sleep. It is the best thing for him. I know that and I was very happy to make the space for him, so was Steph. We are just feeling that we have the ability to length the distance between us and him, just a smidge.