For the past 5 nights, you have been falling asleep in your own bed. Last week we had taken you to Toys R Us which we do sometimes because - let's face it - toy stores are FUN!
You had noticed a Thomas the Tank Engine bed and were enthralled with it yelling out "MYYY!" (mine...) when other children crawled on it.
A light bulb went off in my head. When we got home, Daddy lowered your crib down to a toddler bed and we started that evening putting you to bed in your "Big Boy" bed.
After reading around 10 stories, you lie down with a cup of milk, a minimum of two binkies and I rest my head on the mattress beside you and listen as your breathing slows and I can hear the rhythm of sleep win out. Then I put up the side rail that I bought last summer at a garage sale so you don't fall out of bed and you stay there for at least half the night. Halfway through the night, you miss us and call out and then I bring you to our bed, but we are on a good track here and I'm so proud of you.
After the first night, you got a stamp on your hand which you were very proud of and would look at frequently.
I can't believe you are sleeping in a big boy bed. And talking so much! And doing so much for yourself. I'm so proud of you, honey!
I love you!
Speaking of sleeping....