He grew up so fast-- sort of

Yesterday Moses got a "big boy bed." He was so excited to help Daddy take down his crib:

I really wasn't sure how that part was going to go. He LOVES his crib. Hence, he is 3 and just now moving into a bed...

After it was up yesterday afternoon, he was all smiles:

(that's a cookie monster tatoo on his leg... he's been showing everyone...)

But at bedtime, it was a different story. He had been "in bed" for a while when I peaked in and saw him sitting on the floor, totally somber, at the foot of his bed. I got down next to him and asked, "Don't you like your big boy bed?" He looked at me with his huge blue eyes and said, "No like big boy bed." Then he whispered, "Want my crib." Rip my heart out!

So at 8:30 last night, K was putting the crib back up. In the middle of Moses' bedroom. Because Moses couldn't decide which bed he wanted to fall asleep in.

Two and half hours after he first went "to bed," he eventually fell asleep in his big boy bed. Here is where I found him at 4:00 this morning after I fed ZuZu:

So maybe I get to hold on to his baby-ness for a little while longer...