This one sleeps in a big boy bed now. A twin-sized bed with dinosaur sheets and a Grandma-made dino quilt, a grown-up bed without crib rails (though he does have a temporary rail to keep him from rolling out).
This one wears underwear now. He goes to the potty, often times entirely on his own without us prompting him. It’s been a slightly messy, but remarkably easy process. I haven’t wanted to write about it for fear of jinxing things, but I’m pretty sure that we’re about to retire the diapers for good.
This one isn’t a baby anymore. I know that I’ve written about this before, boo hooing about no more babies in our house, but it’s final and official. This one is a full-on big boy. He will tell you do himself. “I a big boy now Mama. I don’t need you to hold my hand when I walk on this tree trunk.” “I a big boy now Mama. I don’t want to snuggle.” “I a big boy now Mama. I stay up and watch a movie.” “I a big boy now Mama. I will go to Clare’s moss-ori school.”
This one will go to school soon. He’s very excited to start at school with Clare and all of her friends in a few weeks. He’s excited about the fish in the classroom, the teacher, the other children and getting his own exciting adventures to share at the dinner table. Up until a few weeks ago I’d been a bit concerned that he might not be ready to hold his own in the classroom. Recently I’ve noticed that he’s very comfortable and confident with other kids at the playground and birthday parties. He engages them with a “Hi!” and a big smile. He defends himself, nicely but firmly, in conflicts.
This one is still very sweet and kind, especially with his little cousin Frederic. He still loves books and animals, but his imaginative play is getting deeper and more complex. J was chasing the kids the other day playing “monster” and while Clare was running and shrieking, Sam turned back to J, grabbed a handful of bark chips and threw them at J shouting “get back Monster! I will get you with my powers!” Whoa! This big boy plays by his own rules.