Monday, December 12, 2005
Another bittersweet moment
Oh, yes, the excitement of a grown-up bed.
And he was out.
I shed a couple of tears because this milestone is truly one of the markers that he's no longer a baby. He's out of the futon. The bed that was so low to the ground, that if he did roll off we knew he's survive.
Of course, this one will always be my baby. It's different when you have children so widely spaced. You don't want to rush the first steps, you don't wonder what they'll be like as teens. I know how quickly that time passes, and I've clung to each little piece of Ethan's baby and toddler years. Those wonderful moments are so brief, and those rought stages just as brief in the grand scheme.
He knows he'll always be my baby, and he tells me "I'm Daddy's big boy, but I'm your baby, Mommy."
dena at 7:00 AM
4 Comments
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at 10:26 AM
soapbox.SUPERSTAR said... Good Lord, Ethat was right... it is big!
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at 12:04 PM
said... He looks so little in that great big bed! It does look comfy though!
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at 7:10 PM
Chatty said...
that's a gorgeous bed!! where'd you find it?
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at 10:05 PM
said...
I bet you did cry, that is a big deal. And a very big bed. Its beautiful and I like Batman. I'm sure it does makes a difference when you REALLY do know how fast they grow up.
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even more bumps, dips, pits and peaks. How the hell else did I end
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