Gavin turned 2 on Wednesday. As he would say, "I bee boy!" Indeed! Our little boy has also graduated into his toddler bed, meaning the front rail of his crib has now been taken off. Two weeks before his birthday, he climbed out of said crib and met Daddy in the bathroom to say good morning.
Amazingly, the conversion hasn't been so bad. Gavin, in all his big boy responsibilities, has also given up his binkie. And, thank goodness, because he had practically gnawed through his last one. He didn't really use them to suck on anyway. More like cutting his teeth. The last one's predecessor could have been used as a cheese cloth it had so many holes in it. But, back to sleeping in a big boy bed. He's been really good about it, climbing right in and laying down. Tommy and I are stunned. We're still thinking that he's just enamored with the junior pillow we provided him. There are drool marks all over it.
The last two nights though, he's been a little more reluctant to be put to bed. He climbs in happy enough, but once I tuck him in and hand him his Tigger or Doggie and I get the mega frowny face. Pull the heart strings why don't ya, kid! So, I kneel next to his bed on the couch cushions that we've placed in front of it to act as a safety net for any rolling off the bed and just rub his face or hair. The frown deepens. He almost seems afraid for me to leave him. I offer to read him a story, and he acknowledges with, "uh-huh, story". So I break out a little Goodnight Moon and such and he intently follows along, then I try to tuck him in again. Same pouty lip. At some point though, it me or him that has to cave and so far I've been brave. Ok, not without one last snuggle in my arms before he climbs back into bed the final time. Then, kisses, "mwahs", a flip of the switch to start the fan and walk out and shut the door behind me. Miraculously, not a peep is made and he falls to sleep.
Love you, bee boy!
