Transition

The transition has been made from "bassinet in our room" to "crib in the nursery." I knew it was coming. The signs were all there. Dean had been sleeping through the night for weeks. He was dropping his midnight feeding. His naps were showing signs of pattern.

These are all good things, believe me, I know.

So why do I feel sad? I don't know why. Well, maybe I do. I was the exact same with Ava. She moved into her crib right at 3 months and I really missed her being right next to me. I missed peeking into her bassinet anytime I wanted to see her. They are just so adorable when they sleep. It's so comforting to be able to listen to the hum of their breathing. Fleeting moments, really.

Maybe it's a Mommy thing. Who am I kidding, it is a Mommy thing! Chet is very happy to return the television volume to it's normal levels. Nice.

Dean took his first "crib nap" last Tuesday, the day after we got home from TX. We didn't want to transition him before our trip, but we knew it was gonna be time when we got home. So, that's that. He's been in the crib ever since. I guess it'll be a week tomorrow. No problems, no glitches.

I guess I'm proud of the little guy. I can't believe we're already at this stage. He's already growing up. And for those who've seen him lately- I mean growing up! =)

On a positive note, it does feel good to have our bedroom back and I think we're all sleeping better. I miss him though. Thank goodness for baby monitors!