Henry is my baby. My baby who will be 3 years old on the 17th.
Before I had kids I may have laughed when someone described their almost-3-year-old as a baby, but I get it now… your baby, is your baby. I won’t even tease my mother-in-law anymore for calling my 36 year old husband her baby anymore either, I do… I get it loud and clear.
We decided this weekend that is was time for Henry’s crib to come down and his bed to go up. He has been crawling out of his crib for the last couple of weeks, so we figured it was the best time to get it up. I’ll admit, I was the force holding back, I didn’t want to see the crib come down. Usually in our house when we’ve taken a crib down, there’s another one already up or someone’s about to get one… not this time.
Henry’s the last in the chain right now.
He feel asleep on the couch last night, so I carried him up and tucked him in. He didn’t wake up for a second, so I decided to take some photos to remember the big night. He slept like a (no pun intended) baby all night.
I stood there in his rooms with tears streaming down my cheeks while taking photos. The question – When did he get so big? kept crossing my mind. My little Henry. And I will say, he slept all night in his bed!