Little Big Boy

He grew up. I knew he would, and he's such a handsome boy now. He's a stinker, but what else would you expect from an almost 3 year old? He beams with glee when he does or says the right thing that sends his sister into a tizzy. Which means he's fitting into his role as younger brother just perfectly.

But one night, as I put him in his crib, I realized that he didn't even fit. He's too tall/long for his crib. The very next weekend, I took him to Target to pick out a blanket and pillow for his brand new big boy bed. He LOVES it! He probably loves it because he actually has room to sprawl out and get comfortable. But the funny thing is he doesn't know he's allowed to get out. When he wakes up in the morning or in the afternoon from his nap, he'll call for me just like he used to from his crib. Shhhhh - don't tell him!
Before I know it, he'll be in school, then passing the sacrament, then dating, then on a mission, and then having a family of his own. And I'm going to enjoy each and every stage because being a mom is the second greatest gift (only second to being a wife to my handsome bacon-bringer).

But for now, I'll lay by him at night, sing him a song, and snuggle with him until he can't stand it anymore. I'll wash his hair, count his toes, and kiss his owies. I'll let him say his prayers, where he's thankful for quesadillas, story time, and mud. I'll walk away when he throws his temper tantrums, count to 3 before a timeout until I'm blue in the face, and play referee. I'll melt when I look into his chocolate brown eyes, smile when he says, "I lub you too mommy," but I won't give in when he says, "Last time, mommy" when he is jumping into my pile of clean clothes on the bed.
Every day I get with this boy is heaven.

P.S. Sorry, Grandma Franklin! He inhabited your bed out of necessity. But don't worry! By the time you get here for the summer, you can either have the bottom bunk of Sariah's beds, or you will have your bed back.