Over last few months, we started mentioning the possibility of Littlest sleeping in the "big boys'" room.
But, we said, "not until you're three." I didn't want him to feel rushed, but I wanted it to feel special. Of course, he didn't know quite what that meant, to "be three."
Until he realized he was having a birthday -- you know, one of those days when you get presents! And eat cake! And everyone sings to you!
After his birthday, he started asking about the big boys' room. "Mommy, when do I get to sleep in the bottom bottom bed?"
We are blessed to have a bunk bed with a trundle underneath, so all three boys can share a room.
We got to work one day last week, cleaning up the toys under the bed so the trundle would go in and out smoothly. Then I put on the vehicle-themed sheets I'd been saving for him, and the beautiful, summery quilt my friend Emily made him.
Does he look a little bit excited?
Oh, and he's using the potty now, too. Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles!
He's 3 now. Not a baby. One of the big boys. And he knows it. He's wearing underwear. He's sleeping in his own bed.
What's next, college?
Fortunately, he'll have to stop nursing before he can move into the dorms. ;)