I'm crushed. My baby is turning into a little boy.
Booger will be 3 in July. And because he's practically hanging out of his crib, hubs and I decided to get him a big boy bed. (Sob!)
We went furniture shopping last weekend, and we will take delivery of a brand-new twin bed, plus mattress set, dresser and mirror, on Saturday. (My heart is breaking.)
We figured we may as well make it fun, so we're taking this opportunity to re-decorate booger's room in a safari theme. He loves animals, so we're painting the walls a goldy beige (I'll mix my tears into the paint.), ordering a few zebra/giraffe decals and sending him off into the African savanna.
I'm hoping that he won't be scared to sleep in his new bed, and I'm reallyreally hoping that he won't take this opportunity to go roaming around the house at night.
Mainly, though, I'm heaving big, deep sighs that he's old enough to sleep in a real live bed, and I'm hoping I'm smart enough to enjoy every minute that I have with him until he turns 14 and thinks I'm lame.