Big Boy Days

So, Natty's heading out the door this morning to go to his field trip for preschool (field trip?!) to Boston Pizza. Dan's taking him for the first half, and then I'll go pick him up. I wave and call out, "Have a good time! Love you!" And that stinker... reduces me to a quivering pile with the innocent call out: "Bye, Mom. Love you forever!" And away he flew. I still can't even complete reading that book to either boy without getting all choked up at the end, let alone having Natty off-handedly call it back to me. Who knew parenting a three year old could be so emotional each and every day: I run the spectrum for absolutely frustrated and angry to adoring and doting. Usually within minutes.

Natty moved to a big boy bed Monday night. Big day. BIG. Whilst the bed isn't my dream bed for his first bed, he seems to quite like the futon/single mattress combo. Here's him on the first night:




Two nights in a row now, straight to sleep: no prowling around the room or running out. Don't get me wrong, I'm not naive enough to believe we're in the clear. There will be battles yet. As for daylight nap time... well, that's a different story. We've got our own little Rainman on our hands. Or better yet, if you've read The Bee Season, he's the eclectic mother with her piles of stolen objects. That's our Natty's fine handiwork. Guess he's been itching to get that closet/hanger work done for some time:




And just so Isaac doesn't get left out (again), here's a couple fun shots of him loving a pair of Natty's rain boots. He asks for them on his little legs all the time. Those busy, busy little leg-il-bees.