Finally!!

To say that my Charlie is a creature of habit is a gross understatement. This child breathes predictability and routine. In some ways I covet this trait (perhaps because he got it from me?), but in others, such as when it comes to diapers and cribs, I find it challenging at best. Although the diaper thing got old, umm...say, a year ago?, I had no problem with the fact that my over-three-year-old flat out refused to join his pre-school peers in sleeping in a "big boy bed". After all, I never had to fuss with a not-yet-verbal toddler who couldn't understand why scaling the rails of the crib in the middle of the night was a bad idea. Thought never even crossed his mind. But when I crept into his room one night last week to watch him sleeping (something I used to love to do every night before we added another kid to the mix and I began to sprint to my bed at the first thought of sleep), I was shocked at what I found. Within that beautiful, pristine white, sleigh crib with blue and white gingham bumpers and matching sheet, I found that my little blue bundle of baby had become a full-grown, lean and lanky kid. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? Not only did it look strange, but it also looked just plain uncomfortable. That's when I decided we had to make "the move". So, a little stickers, ice cream, and a Ramone car from the beloved movie Cars bribery later, I have one big-boy-bed sleeping man. Hurray!! He is so proud of himself and tells everyone we pass the great news. I am proud of my big boy, too. Now if we could just do something about those diapers...