Certainly the little boy who did this to his bedroom wall not too terribly long ago
(he was practicing counting, or so he claims) couldn’t possibly be old enough for a big boy bed.
Actually, he’s more than old enough. And big enough. And has been sleeping in one every other place he visits except for his own bedroom. So today we finally picked up Avi’s first real bed.
And very suddenly and dramatically he is not my baby anymore.
We moved the two small green dressers (that had been mine as a child) from our bedroom into his, and took the large Ikea Hemnes dresser he had (only his was antique wood stain, not white) for our bedroom. Both bedrooms are infinitely better for the change, and much more appropriate for the three people who live here, not just two parents and a baby.
No, he is so very much not a baby any longer. But he sure is cute.