The Boy on the truck that brought his big-boy bed.
The Boy looking very little in his big-boy bed.
My little monkey, who usually rolls all over his crib and sleeps with his butt in the air or legs propped up on the bars, lay still in one place last night, right where we tucked him in. He woke up in a good mood and didn't attempt to climb out on his own, though I think that was just the newness of it all. The first thing he said this morning wasn't "eat!" or "up!" as usual, but "Bed. I in bed." The Boy is obviously pretty impressed with himself.
Maybe it's all the talk of being a big boy in a big-boy bed. Or maybe we're just having an especially good morning. But The Boy has been positively angelic so far today. He ate breakfast without complaints or whines. He's read two books. He's played by himself. He's gotten toys on his own.
I'm beginning to think someone switched my kid in the night.