Big Boy Bed

Ian started climbing out of his crib so we decided it was time -- my baby needed a big boy bed. A good friend of mine give us this "really cool" car bed. Ty and Ian love it. They both insist on sleeping in it together which is very cute. So far they have slept in it for 4 nights---- well, at least for 1/2 of 4 nights. Meaning they start out in the "really cool" bed but they both end up in Mommy and Daddy's bed. It is soooo cute but when will I get a "really cool" complete night sleep?

Ian's First night in his big boy bed--big brother seems to take up a lot of space. Playing "driver" in the "tent car bed".

Primary

Yes, these pictures are all Ty. On Sunday the 4th my little boy entered an new stage in life. One of those steps we as mothers know will come but it still shocks us a little at first. I know for some it is no big deal but for me it is big. My Ty is now in Primary. For Ty and I it is a bitter sweet adjustment. Ty claimed he would always be in nursery. When I dropped him off for sharing time the first day he followed me out. I took him back in and he held my legs and cried. He was a little scared. I told him to be my big boy and stay with his teacher. I walked out and he stayed. Today after sacrament meeting we had a repeat of the same performance. However when I picked him up he said "Primary is Cool."At lunch he told us an exciting story about washing a ball. I have no idea what it was about but he said it was his lesson.It was about Jesus and the temple. ????He really enjoyed it . Then not 5 minutes after, he told me his Macaroni and Cheese made him shrink and now he can go back to nursery. He said he misses the toys and the songs they sing. I guess we will see what next week brings.

For me it is the same back and forth. My baby is growing up. He goes to sharing time, he prayers in class and he has even gone to a primary activity. Wow. I love all of our primary teachers and I am so glad that he has so many wonderful and loving adults in his life but, ----yet,--- one more thing mommy is not part of, two whole hours that I don't have any idea of what he is doing. ---I don't quite know how to put it into words. I am sure some of you mom out there know what I am saying. Each little tug on those apron stings hurts just a little bit. Yet feels good at the same time. Who knew being a Mom could be so hard yet so rewarding at the same time.

New Year--2009

New Year's Eve 2008 was going to prove to be the first time that we, as parents, could possibly have any resemblance to any adult activities. We figured, with Ty and Ian both being a little older - neither of them a 'baby' - we could go to Melissa's house, hang out with the family and play some games. However, being parents, and no longer young, we weren't sure that we would be able to see the New Years ball come down. Besides, we probably wouldn't want to drive home with the partiers on the street.

We were looking forward to this night. At Christmas, everyone received a New Years invitation basket. Inside it were pajamas and a note stating that the pj's were for the party. (If you look at the pics, Ty and Ian are in their new pj's).

However, as the time drew near, Jen started to fill ill. She called the party house and told them that she wasn't feeling good. They still wanted her to come - she could sit on the couch and hang out. She wanted me to take the boys and leave her at home to rest. (Hmm let me think about that. Ian usually wants me to hold him when we're there, so spend New Years Eve chasing Ian away from home, or at home. I think I'll opt for the later.)

The boys and I decided to do a little movie night at home. We popped the popcorn, burst out the bubbly - ok, the sippy - and hunkered down on the blankets. Usually, we only do the movie night on Friday, but considering the circumstances, we made a difference. The boys, as always, enjoyed it.

Jen, on the other hand, didn't enjoy it so much. Being sick and all. Yuck.

Jen and I almost got to see the ball drop. Flipping through stations around 1o PM, we were looking for any NY square telecasts. We found a station, where they said the ball was going to drop shortly, and they'd go to it. By the time they came back from break, the ball had dropped - we had missed it! (But at least we got to see former President Clinton and his wife kissing and dancing.)

We hope that at New Years Eve 2009/2010, we'll all be in better health. After all, 2009 is the Year for Change.

---Josh