All growed up

Sean never really liked sleeping in his crib. As a matter of fact, he probably slept in his crib only 3 of the almost 18 months of his life. The other 15 months were spent in a chair with me, Jason or my mom, in his swing or most recently with either me or Jason on the couch. The couch/living room floor was getting old for us & our backs. So, we decided to get Sean a big boy bed. I think the crib was too much like a prison because Sean was terrified to go in it. But, with the freedom to get up whenever he pleases, a big boy bed was the perfect solution. Although our house is still out of order from the "move", this bed has been a wonderful investment. Sean has slept in his bed for 2 nights and taken his naps in there too. Jason & I take turns getting up to console him if he wakes up in the middle of the night, but he hasn't once gotten out of his bed. I love sleeping in my own bed, but this whole big boy movement makes me a little sad. This morning, when I took Sean to Aunt Susie's, I asked him for a kiss good bye. He kissed me, showed me the door and shut it behind me. He was ready to start his day with a game of bowling. I guess I should just be thankful that I still got a kiss.