He's growing up right before my very eyes, and I get a little misty-eyed just thinking about it. Today, Frank left the crib behind to move into the "big" double bed with brother Charlie. For about a week now he's been climbing out of his crib, so to prevent injury, it's time to move on. This means young John officially moved up to a bed of his own...no longer sharing, but sleeping in his own twin-size bed. Oh my. It created a little chaos at bedtime. Charlie seemed to take it the worst, not certain he liked sharing his bed with someone new. But Frank and John were quite pleased with their new nests, and were sleeping like kings when I peaked in.
Funny...as I put Frank's twin Rosie to bed (still in her crib in the girls room) she seemed a bit miffed that she's still a "baby." She pointed to her crib and shrugged with a "what the heck's up with this?!" kinda look. I promised her she'd be moving into a "big" bed soon too. For now though, she stays put. It's nice knowing where I'll find her in the morning.