The time finally came. It was early...very early, last Sunday morning. Husband and I were awoken to the pitter patter of feet down the hall and into our room. We opened our eyes and gave each other a look of "did he just do that?" Luke had gotten out of his crib for the first time himself. He is just over 2 years old and sleeps in a crib. A wonderful crib that keeps him contained, for the night and during naps. Apprently he is finally tall enough to just throw his leg over the side and slide on down. We had been trying to hold off on the big boy bed until we finished re-decorating his room. Luke, however, didn't want to wait...he was ready. So the time came for the big boy bed. This little guy who is usually opposed to any sort of change or disruption was giggly with excitement as he "helped" daddy fix his bed.
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| Tucking his dog and monkey into bed |
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| A big boy in his big bed |
Since the bed change we anticipated a rough few nights now that he is free to get in and out of his bed with ease. He has done better than I thought he would. We had a couple early mornings and one midnight wake up. You know what though? The cutest thing in the world is a little boy at your bedside, blanket in hand, whispering mama....even in the middle of the night. So for now the cuteness is overwhelming my lack of sleep. And I'm praying for a new level of grace and help from the Lord as our little guy grows into yet another new stage of life.
Much Love, Angela
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