This weekend, we moved John John to his first non-crib, big boy bed. The first night was a bit rough, but by nap today he seemed to have gotten the hang of it. I can see, however, that he has some mixed feelings about the move. Last night he plaintively asked for his crib – it was already full of boxes of baby girl clothes…this is probably also related to his soon-to-be big brother status.
Today, he asked me if he was wearing big boy underpants. I told him yes. “Why?” he asked. “Because,” I told him, “You are a big boy now.”
He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, and then declared in one of his fullest, nuanced sentences to date:
“No, I’m still just a little baby.”
Little baby has grown up. Even if he didn’t mean to. He went to bed without any fuss tonight. A big boy.