Big boys sleep in big beds

That was last night's mantra as we encountered a momentous occasion for the SFB - we took out Ethan's crib and rocking chair and moved in the twin bed. We actually rearranged his entire room, and of course Ethan was very 'helpful' in the process. Clay and I aren't really sure what struck us to make the switch yesterday, but we've had his bed in a box for about 6 months and just really want to set it up. Ethan was very excited about the whole process, and immediately started jumping on his bed (I know my brother got in BIG trouble for this as a kid, but we thought it was hilarious - we'll probably regret this later). We were a little leary of the whole bedtime process, but everything seemed to be going just fine...until it was time for me to actually leave the room. Sigh. It's funny how in certain situations one parent definitely has the magic touch over another, and I'm usually the bedtime magician. But last night Clay got the gold star in his crown because after I had been in Ethan's room for about an hour with him begging me not to leave, Clay came in, sang him a song, kissed him goodnight, turned the nightlight on (this proved to be the winning combo), and then he went right to sleep. But he did sleep all night without waking up, and was very excited to see us this morning. Night one down...just millions more to go. As I look at him sleeping in this big bed he looks so tiny, and it's a little overwhelming to think that he could still be sleeping in this bed when he's 13 years old. I just can't imagine him ever being older than he is right now. Such is the life of a parent. Now if we can just get to work on cleaning the boxes out the nursery and get this baby furniture out of the hall!