Baba is now in a “big boy bed,” better known as “the blue car toddler bed that used to belong to Freebird.” But he hasn’t quite figured out that he can get up on his own, so in the morning he wakes up, babbles, then starts to yell for us to come get him. I’m hesitant to tell him he can get up on his own because it makes me think he’ll start dancing around his room at 10pm instead of, you know, sleeping.

Freebird now has a twin bed, and he is SO proud and SO happy. It has a bookcase headboard, and a really soft and awesome mattress, and new sheets. He loves to sit in it, cuddle in it, pile all his stuffed animals and play on it—and when he sleeps on it.... Well, even though it’s a sign that he’s growing up and getting bigger, he looks so small in that big bed that I’m reminded how old he is-- older in some ways, and still so, so young in others.