Thursday, August 16, 2012

Big Boy Room

Not finding out the sex of the baby has many perks, one being, a neutral nursery.  The obvious move is to graduate SBR. 

We no longer have a separate room for guests.  (you are certainly welcome, with warning us first, you just won't have the fancy accommodations you may or may not have had before.)
 
In the stages leading up to the big move, I was a bit emotional.  At one point, while the boys were in WI, I hadn't been in the nursery for about 3 days.  I walked in for whatever reason and it hit me like a ton of bricks.... SBR isn't a baby anymore.  And he had definitely outgrown his current digs.

I had a whole master plan... we would slowly move SBR into his new room.  His first sleep would be on a Friday, so we would have the whole weekend to adjust.  We were not going to set up the new crib in the nursery until we were certain he was comfortable in his new room. 

Yet again, SBR has proven to go with the flow, un-phased by leaving his 'baby' room.  It, yet again, was harder on me than him.  
He LOVES his new room.  Why wouldn't he?  It's filled with things that interest him.  Spiderman, Dinosaurs, Trains, his TOYS.  
Because Mr. Husband and I share the same amazing ability to procrastinate, the move happened on a Sunday.  The new crib is still not up.  Not because SBR has ANY desire to set foot in the nursery, but because we still have 5 weeks. 
 None of this has proven to be a problem at all for SBR. 

Please, take a tour of SBR's "Big Boy-preparing to be a Big Brother-baby no more (but always momma's baby) Room:" 

as you walk into the room

 From the opposite corner


 


I wish these were all the toys.
 

 
 
 SBR and I painted this sometime last year at As You Wish Pottery
 


 This is where I think the stuffed animals belong.

 Clearly I'm wrong

 Obviously it is not a storage bin for anything.
 
  my concerns for him not adjusting or being able to sleep soundly in his new room were ridiculous.




Leaving his mark in the nursery
 
It will eventually say:  "Reid was here" 

Notice how the shirt says SBR?  
I just love when things come perfectly together!

Friday, August 10, 2012

Growin Up

Someone told me while your pregnant your older children will 'grow-up' to make room for a baby. 
I'm sure it seems this way, really 9 mos in a toddler-growing-world is a long time and there is a lot of growing up to be had.   So I guess I believe the statement, but maybe not the logic. 

So many friends have sent, or are preparing to send, their babies to that big scary place this month.  The place filled with tons of rotten, mean, dirty, impolite, entitled children.  Underpaid and over-whelmed teachers, over-filled classrooms.  Scary Janitors.  Mean Bullies! 
I make the decision to 'choose Joy' and not think about it. 
(apologies to those parents affected by this new journey, I'm sure your kid's school is like a fairy princess land. seriously.)

Here is a little poem that made me cry and I'm not even there yet.  But it still sums up every emotion I know I will have when the big day comes.

I wonder what you’re doing right now,
And if everyone is treating you kind,
I hope there is a special person
A nice friend you can find.

I wonder if the teacher knows
Just how special you are to me.
And if the brightness of your heart
Is something that she can see.

I wonder if you are thinking about me,
And if you need a hug.
I already miss the sound of your voice
And how you give my leg a tug.

I wonder if you could possibly understand
How hard it is for me to let you grow.
On this day know that my heart breaks,
For this is the first step in letting  my baby go.

We may not be school-bound yet, but SBR is definitely GroWinG Up.  I try to relish in the fact he really is only 2.  He's with his daddy everyday and with an amazing, loving, caring Friend twice a week.  He's very happy and he's more than very loved.  He's still so sweet and innocent, untainted by our cruel world and thinks his parents are everything!

Here's our little 2 year old baby in the last week. 
I swear the camera adds 2 years, he is not ready for Kindergarten! (and obviously, neither am I)