lundi, août 28, 2006

Big boys... growing up!


My little boys are growing up so fast!
The obvious difference in size between little Isaiah and Benjamin makes my "little" Benny seem like a giant!! He's sturdy alright.
I guess with all the change happening anyway, Jer decided that one more drastic twist to the situation might just be a good idea.... hmmm
Jeremy dismantled Ben's crib two days ago and has claimed the bottom bunk to be Ben's new bed. Now keep in mind, Benjamin is only 16 months old.

(If you think that's young to be out of a crib, Jer figured Zach was ready at only 12 months!! "Daddy, let us be babies as long as we need to be!!")

Our little Benny was once an easy napper, and a great one for going to bed. (He knew that once he was behind those bars there was no choice but to sleep!)
Not so now. He has new freedoms that entice his little head and body to fight with everything in him against those drooping eyelids. what is a Mother to do?
If it were up to me, my boys would have been in their cribs until they were THREE YEARS OLD!! (that'll train 'em to stay in bed!)
Needless to say, it has not been an easy last few days of putting Benny to bed, let alone trying to get him to nap mid-day. We've resorted to tying his door shut in order to keep him from getting out of his room... or even just pinning him to his bed with my house-coat belt. Last night he rebelled by pulling his diaper off and sleeping in the buff on my rocking chair. (thankfully he stayed dry until I could find him and transfer his snoozing little body back to the bottom bunk.)
Growing up is harder on the Mommy than on the child, I think!

And then there's Zach. He's growing up too. Last night he left with his cousins (and of course Uncle Tony and Auntie Bekah too) to spend the week in Armstrong with them. I remember the days when he would cry to leave me.... Not last night. He was so excited about the big "sleepover" that he didn't even look at me, let alone say "goodbye Mommy". He was out the door and buckled into his cousins' van before I could even get to the door! Will he cry for me in the morning, at the time that he usually tip-toes into my room (6am) and asks me to come downstairs and get him some milk? Probably not. Maybe though.
He's growing up too. The irony is, some days I just long for my boys to be a little more grown up- a little more independant. And then, with each new development and sign of growing up, I sob for them to slow down the pace!!

Posted by Jeremy J Harnett :: 1:47 p.m. :: 5 comments

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