BBB

Yep, that's right. Tonight, Henry moves into his Big Boy Bed.

We spent most of Sunday in his room. We sorted through every nook and cranny and touched almost every single one of his possessions to prepare his room for his new furniture.

What did Henry do? Stayed as far away as possible. I've never seen anyone so disinterested while someone else rifles through their things. He watched a bit of football in my room, played with his new racetrack, went outside and played basketball, played with a toy that was hidden away in the bottom of his closet, but never once offered to help, expressed interest in what we were doing, or offered an opinion for or against all of the rearranging that was taking place.

I did solicit assistance from him as we sorted through his stuffed animals. Since he is asthmatic, these are not really the best thing to have sitting around in his room. But somehow, he still has managed to acquire quite the collection. I asked him to help decide which to keep and which to get rid of. Of course, many of them have sentimental value attached to them. The two that he decided he could live without were two that I felt adamantly about keeping (of course). In the end, we struck a balance (and a few more found their way into the trash after he left the room again).

I'm waiting for the phone to ring with the announcement that his new furniture is on its way. By tonight, my teeny, tiny, baby boy will be sleeping in a big boy bed.

Pictures to follow....