My Baby Boy

The last couple of days have been a bit rough on my heart. First, Aaron took the side of Rhett's crib off and converted it to a toddler bed. If I had known what it would do to my insides, I would have begged him to hold off another couple of months.

He loves it. He doesn't want to sleep in it at night, but he spends a lot of time playing in it during the day. In fact, he wants to be in it just about all the time...except to sleep. In fact, he hasn't really been sleeping in his crib much lately anyway. He usually ends up in bed with his sisters and they all seem satisfied with that. So really, the removal of the side of the crib was a mere formality. But it still kills me. This means he's officially a toddler. I mean, he's in a toddler bed, so I can't even fool myself anymore.

And just like his sisters before him, he does not care about my pain and anguish at his lightning-speed growth.

As if the baby bed fiasco wasn't enough of a blow to my Mommy Heart, I chose today of all days to clean out the kids' closets. I need to get Avery ready for First Grade (sob!) and one thing led to another and I ended up cleaning all three kids' clothes and drawers. I should have stayed out of Rhett's room. Half of his closet is bare and two drawers are completely empty now. You want to know why? Because everything that was in those drawers and on those hangers was a size 2T or 24 mo. And Big Tuna can't fit into a 2T anymore. (Big Tuna has a Big Tushie) Which means he will no longer own an article of clothing that ends in "months." He's a full blown toddler and I can't take it. Do you hear me? I CAN'T TAKE IT!!! I am not ready to be the mom to a bunch of "kids." I like having little ones. I don't want them to grow up and leave me!

I wonder if this is a good time to address the subject of a reverse vasectomy with my husband?