I just put away the co-sleeper. This feels monumental to me, as it means our little boy will now have no choice to sleep in his "big boy" crib. It's actually a little ridiculous, because it should have been done weeks ago. He is so big now, that the newborn sized co-sleeper runs a serious risk if turning him into a cube shape, like those funky watermelons grown in boxes. (Hey, he'd stack and store easily!) We had every intention of doing this last week, and he actually spent one night in his crib, but then the day care bug struck and he had a fever and was fussy and restless and it was jsut easier to have him in our room, so back he went.
This is even more bittersweet for me because the co-sleeper was his one true hand-me-down. It traveled across the US from California, on loan from Elizabeth, a good friend who had outgrown it, to be his bed and now needs to travel back to them to provide sweet repose for little Apple.
Dave pointed out that when he came home from the hospital he looked so tiny in the co-sleeper, and now he looks so tiny in the crib. It's true. He's outgrown the co-sleeper (If the manufacturers instructions don't include a warning about not letting your baby sleep in it when he can dangle his legs over the edge while laying on his back, they should.) but he's still dwarfed by the crib. Nonetheless, this step means our boy is growing up. And that's one thorny rose.
Postscript: I am embarrassed to point out this week's thorniest feature - I took only two pictures of Nate this week. (Did I mention the fever and the screaming? The lack of smiles, absence of playfulness, and generalized desire to lay limp and sleepy in my arms?) Anyway, here it is. I promise to make up for it next week and in South Carolina!
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