To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...

I was dubious. The arrival of the 'big boy bed' on Friday stirred up fears of sleepless nights and a toddler roaming the house at all hours. But Harry embraced his new little space with gusto. After a busted nap or two he quickly settled in, sprawled out on the spacious mattress (makes him look so small, one benefit for the mother worried that her little boy is growing up too fast) and fell fast asleep. While we've kept the crib in his room since the bed arrived, he has, as Madeline would say "pooh, poohed" it. So I guess it's so long to the crib, and that oh-so-precious part of Harry's life. A moment of silence, please.