Big Boy Bed

Saturday morning Karson woke up at 5am hysterical .  Hysterical because his paci had fallen out of his crib, and he couldn't get to it.  This happens multiple times a week...either in the middle of the night or at 5am.  While 1 solution would be getting rid of his paci...the same thing happens with his blanket.  Plus-that paci is not going anywhere before Baby Sister comes!

The next solution...

 

I decided on a whim it was coming down...

As soon as Daddy got home from work, I put him in it one last time to take pictures.

He helped us set up his new bed...which is just his twin mattress on the floor. We will put it on the frame as soon as we paint it.  Eventually....

 shhhhhh

He was so excited!!!

We put him in bed...gave him a hug and a kiss...

He gave Molly a hug...

 And a kiss...

...and went to bed.

Seriously...it was that easy.  So thankful, because Mommy was overly exhausted...and deciding to put him in a Big Boy Bed when I was overly exhausted was probably  not my brightest idea.  But he did so well, and he loves his new bed!  Mommy and Daddy were so proud of him the next morning, Daddy went to the store before he got up and picked up donuts for breakfast.

Karson even got to eat some of his in bed.

No, Molls didn't sleep there all night, that is just her absolute favorite place to lay now.  Although, we did contemplate letting her sleep with him.

I am not sure who gave my baby permission to grow up, and sleep in a big boy bed!!  

He is getting way too big, way too fast! 

Three Years Ago...

Remembering.....going with my Mom and all of my girlfriends to get our nails done and decorate the church.

Remembering....My Mom and I getting picked up in the limo bright and early.  

Remembering...Picking up my bridesmaids and flower girls in the limo.

Remembering...Stopping at Panera and getting a free breakfast, because it was my wedding day.

Remembering...Getting dropped off to get our hair done.
Remembering...My Mom and I realizing we forgot my veil, and having my Dad bring it to us.

Remembering...the walkie talkies...and hiding from DJ at the church.

Remembering...all of the decorations that my Mom and I had worked so hard on come together perfectly.

Remembering...how heavy my dress was.

Remembering...forgetting to eat, and sneaking a sandwich in during pictures.

Remembering...waiting in the room we got ready in for what felt like forever.

Remembering...being told right before our wedding started that it had started to snow.

Remembering...being the butterflies.

Remembering...being so excited to see DJ.

Remembering...my Dad started crying when he walked me down the isle.

Remembering...smiling at my Mom.

Remembering...seeing DJ for the first time.

Remembering...being surrounded by the people we love.

Remembering...how perfectly everything came together.

 Remembering...not being able to figure out how to bustle my dress.

Remembering...telling someone go get my Mom.  

Remembering...figuring it out just in time.

Remembering...my Mom telling me she cried though the entire slide show.

Remembering...greeting all of our family and friends.

Remembering...falling down the stairs when we walked out of the church.

Remembering...walking through the sea of bubbles with all of our friends and family cheering.

Remembering...our fake getaway.

Remembering...freezing while we took pictures outside.

Remembering...being silly...while freezing taking pictures outside.

Remembering...running to get into the limo.

Remembering...toasting with friends in the limo on the way to the reception.

Remembering...pouring our drinks into the fancy glasses...just because.

Remembering...forgetting to tip the limo driver...oops!

Remembering...walking into our reception.

Remembering...cutting the cake.

Remembering...being thankful someone took a picture of the cake...because I have NO memory of it.

Remembering...being so hungry but not being able to eat.

Remembering...how perfect our reception was.

Remembering...my Dad's speech.

Remembering...dancing the night away with friends and family...and my new husband.

Remembering...our dream wedding...three years ago today.

His Book

Have you ever read Kelle Hampton's blog?  You should.  Especially if you are a Mommy.  She writes about her life with her 2 little girls.  I love her party ideas, I love that she lives near the beach, I love the outings she takes her girls on, but what I love most about her blog is that she says over and over I am writing their book.  The pages in Karson's book...they are up to me.  What he remembers about holidays and first snows, is determined by what I make of them.  I am writing his book.  

 

I know he won't remember these pages.  I know he is too young, but that doesn't matter to me.  I want to remember them.  They are pages in his book-pages I can tell him about when he is older. 

I want him to remember opening the back curtains and discovering the deck and yard covered in snow.

I want him to remember running around all morning yelling 'snow, snow, snow.'  I want him to remember making me look out the window at the snow, all morning.

I want him to remember bundling up, before 9am, to go out in the snow.  Because Mommy was just as excited to play in it as he was.

we had to put playing in the snow on hold while we watched an airplane

We had very little snow, it was cold, and it was early.  But his book...it says we rushed outside right away.  It says we walked through the snow, and looked at the prints we were making.  It says we brushed off the snow on Daddy's wood pile...

he was asking for 'hewl'  he didn't like the snow on his gloves...he is is Mama's child!

His pages from the first real snow this year...they say we were so excited, we were out with the sun.  They say we threw snow up in the air and watched it fall.  They say we walked around the house a dozen times pointing out all the 'snow snow snow!'  They say we took something ordinary, and made a memory.

The Holiday Page this weekend, we went big.  I had no idea we had a Santa Train near us.  We booked tickets as soon as we heard about it.

We knew how excited he would be, we kept telling him we were going to ride a train with Santa. We played it up big.  We were just as excited as Karson was.

 

His face was doing 1 of 2 things when we first got on the train...

A memorized oh wow oh wow oh wow...

...or an ear to ear grin.

We were on a train...with Santa.

 

oh wow oh wow oh wow

 

He did what I figured he would do when it was his turn to sit on Santa's lap...

 

He sat on Mommy's lap instead.  Much better.

oh wow oh wow oh wow

He told Santa his glove was "icky."  I have no idea how he came up with that.  And of all things to tell Santa...he told him his glove was icky.

 

And after insulting Santa's glove...Santa gave him a special truck.

Holidays and special occasions are what we make of them.  We write their books...

I want his book filled with pages of family, and traditions.  Filled with rushing out to play in the snow, first thing in the morning and filled with special train rides with Santa.