My sweet little boy is growing up. He decided on Saturday that he wanted to get the toddler bed from Nana's house and sleep in it (in the bedroom with me). Of course I thought that we would set the bed up but when he came time to go to sleep, he would hop back in the bed with me. Boy was I mistaken - he went to bed and would not even hold my hand when I offered. After he went to sleep on Sunday night, I cried. Monday morning, he just wanted to lay in the bed instead of playing before we left. Monday evening he came home and relaxed in his bed before supper. So far he has slept in his bed for the past four nights. I guess I am adjusting. I thought that he would be at least seven before he slept alone(the age my brother was when he started sleeping alone - sorry for outing you Jimmy).
This evening he told me to come into the bedroom and sit in the floor in front of his bed. He then asked me how many kids I had. I said one. He said "No, how many do you have in your class? How many juices do you need?" We were playing school! He was pretending to be Mrs. Kerri and I was the teacher of the class at Pitter Patter. He asked how many cups of milk I needed and how many snacks. He wrote all of this down on paper (just like they do at Pitter Patter). He came back in a few minutes and told me that lunch and snack would be late today. A few minutes later he came in the living room with Charlie's hat on, holding his wallet and said that he was Dad and that he was here to pick me up from school. He signed me out, then I followed him through the house as he "drove" me home. He got stopped by a police officer and had to show his drivers license. Now he is waiting for me to come into the bedroom again. I just started DVRing Survivor because I bet I will not get to see it!
It has been a while since I last posted, but I have to admit that I forgot my password and just figured it out tonight. I tried so many different ones that I really can't remember which one worked so this may be the last one for a while......
