Isaiah's bed, Mommy's tears

We were on our way home this afternoon from a fun weekend with friends and family at the beach when Josh said that he wanted to go get the todder bed we bought for Isaiah a month or so ago. It's been in storage at his brother's house. We kept putting it off, but tonight seemed as good a night as any...at least to Josh. So an hour and a half later the big crib was broken down, taken out and a smaller but cute, little bed was in it's place.

And now I'm sitting here teary as I just laid my baby boy down for the night in a "big boy" bed for the first time. No more crib. I had no idea I would feel like this, but Josh suspected I would. The tears come as it sinks in that he's really not a baby anymore. He may never sleep in his crib again. I even told Josh through sobs that I almost wanted Isaiah to disobey and keep getting up so it would be an easy decision to put him back in the crib. Of course, I don't really want that, but he's my only baby right now and watching him grow up little by little is hard on this mom's heart. It's been about an hour now and he's sound asleep, curled up with his back against the wall far away from new pillow we gave him for the first time tonights...the way he slept in his crib. He didn't even attempt to get up once. I just can't seem to stop watching him sleep in the video monitor. Sigh.

Ok. Enough. Now for the pictures...

Breaking it in.

Helping Daddy "fig" it.

New pillow, check. Thumb, check. Belly button, check.

Sweet prayer time with Daddy

And our next project: the nursery.