Retired rocking chair

Well, the day has finally come. After almost 9 years in use...my momma rocking chair has retired to my room. Quentin and I were talking last week about how mommy still rocks him to sleep for nap and bed (and how sisters didn't get rocked after their first birthdays). We talked about how he would be a big 3 year old boy on Saturday and don't big people go to sleep by just getting into bed? He told me that the reason he doesn't do this is because his bed is small and everyone else in the house has a big bed. And, that if he had a big bed he'd go to bed like a big boy too.

Well, that sounds pretty rational for an almost 3 year old boy. And, especially so for a boy who had to be convinced just 15 short months ago that Santa needed his baby crib for the elf babies and that he needed to sleep in a toddler boy bed instead of a crib. I have never moved my babies out of their toddler bed until they outgrew it at 4-5 years old and now here he was asking me for a big boy bed.

So, he and I went sheet shopping for his new bed. My plan had always been to move Isabella's full sized bed into Q's room and attach the former crib rail as a head board. Then Isabella would get the queen sized bed that we have had stored in the master closet since we lost our guest room almost 2 years ago (when we converted it to Q's room). Quentin picked the car sheets and a second set of sheets with sports equipment on it.

He was so excited today when we came home from the gym and daddy had put together his new big boy bed in his room. He even helped make it and set up his stuff.

I promptly headed out to the garage and loaded up the last toddler bed and the last stroller and took them (and other stuff) to The Salvation Army. I was sad to say goodbye to the toddler bed that all my babies had slept in. :-( Every year Q's birthday is a time of reflection on the past and excitement for the future.