On Saturday, Jonah began his journey to becoming a "big boy". After a few weeks of talking about it to him, we set up his big boy bed. He was so stinking excited, it wasn't even funny.

Before we could even get his mattress into the frame, Jonah was already transferring his stuffed toys and blanket from his crib into the bed.


He continued to be excited as he helped me put sheets on his bed and then proceeded to play 'nap' on it for awhile. He was so proud of his new bed and becoming a big boy.


That night, when given the option, he chose his bed without hesitation. And he did so great in it. Never got out once. He took a little longer than usual to fall asleep (out of excitement I am sure), and woke a little earlier than usual from being cold without a blanket on.


For yesterday's nap, he actually ASKED if he could take one. Unusual, I must say. But again, he is fast asleep and doing great. I'm so proud, as is he, I am sure.

We continue to have great success with him in his bed. It was so easy, I can't believe it.


I have to say though, that first night really brought me back to Jonah's first night home from the hospital. I remember placing him in his crib and realizing how small and precious he was in that big crib. And how sweet he looked when he slept.

Saturday night, I felt that again. He was so small in his big boy bed. And again, he looked so innocent and sweet.


It makes me so sad that he's growing up.


Sigh.