Big Boy

Griffin has had quite a week. He has abandoned diapers in favor of Star Wars and Buzz Lightyear underwear. Apart from a few accidents, he is doing well as a member of the potty trained set. I am aghast at the thought of a world without diapers. It has been almost seven long years of life amongst diapers and now, finally, remarkably, this may all be coming to an end.

What? Did I cry? Over diapers? Come on now. Let's give me some credit now, shall we. I shed not one tear over the arrival of the underwear. Not a one. I swear.

But then we had to roll out the big boy bed. I was all set for the transition for our G from crib to the land of the twin bed. I pre purchased adorable sheets (Batman!) to charm him from his crib. And let's face it, Griffin has probably exceeded the weight limit for his crib from the time he turned one. At two and a half, it's time. Seriously, it's time.

Chris set up the bed this morning before joining us at the pool. When we arrived home and I saw the crib in pieces resting in the upstairs hallway, I couldn't help it - I cried. The crib - our crib - has lived in our house over the last seven years sheltering our babies. There was such a finality in seeing it taken apart. We're done with babies now. We have boys. Sweet boys who sleep in beds and don't wear diapers. (They also tend to pee anywhere and everywhere, but that's neither here nor there.)

Yes, I cried alot then. I thought I was all done with the tears, but then I went grocery shopping and cried in the baby aisle. I also teared up whenever a baby drove by in another cart. It's amazing no one called security. (Crazy lady in aisle five crying over baby wipes!)

Griffin loves his new bed. He looks comfortable and happy and all big boy now too.



(Yes, slightly blurry picture of new big boy bed is not due to parental tears of joy, but rather a camera that was almost out of batteries and kept shutting off during my Kodak moment. I persevered with the picture taking until it came through, albeit blurred. I need to spend some serious time learning how to use my brand spankin' new fancy camera that would never take blurry shots like my traitor of an old camera. But the instruction manual is so thick, I need a good day to figure it out. So, blurry picture of our G's big boy moment. Sigh.)