It has been a big week for my little boy. We returned from a visit to New Mexico, and left his sister at Grandma and Grandpa’s house for another week. In other words, he has had his Dad and I all to himself. The first trick he decided to master while sister was out of town was potty training himself. Remember how I feared he wouldn’t be potty trained until he was 7?! He just wasn’t interested, and then one day, he had it mastered. It was literally like flipping a switch.
The only thing we’re struggling with in the potty training arena is getting him to stop pooping in the backyard, which he claims he did to be like our dog.
Now that he’s potty trained, we decided we would mark the occasion by getting him a big boy bed. Why yes, my almost three year old was still in a crib until last night. I found with my daughter that waiting until “almost three” meant for a smooth transition (read: no midnight visitors or fighting to keep them in bed).
We went shopping this weekend to get him a bed, and it was delivered yesterday. Over the weekend, I cleared out all of the baby stuff and nursery decorations, and started replacing it with the new theme for his room — Cars, Trucks, Planes and Trains. It is beautifully bright with primary colors of red, green and blue, and he just loves it. It looks like this:
Last night, we lectured him that if he got out of bed to do anything but use the potty that he’d have to go back to the crib. I checked on him a few times, to find him sleeping peacefully. Then, this morning, I thought he was sleeping late, and went in to peak at him. He was in his bed, lieing on his back, looking up at the ceiling. When he saw me, he said, “Mom, the sun is up.” I guess he interpreted the “don’t get out of bed rule” to apply in the morning. I’m sure that won’t last long.
Anyway, I can’t believe the transformation this kid has had in the past week. Just a little over seven days ago, he was a crib sleeping diaper wearing boy, and now, he is a big boy with a big boy room and big boy underwear to go with it.
It feels very final giving away all of our baby stuff. The crib will be the last to go, once we determine he doesn’t need the visual reminder of the rules of the big boy bed. Even though I’m a bit sad I won’t have another baby ever again, these kids are getting more and more fun every day.
