The Big Boy Bed

Mommy Friends, it was time.  Had it not been for the birth of my newborn nephew to whom we had promised Little BooBoo’s crib, my baby boy may have just stayed in his crib forever.

I’ve written before about the deeper meanings of parting with the baby stuff.  I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I met the donation of BooBoo’s crib with a heavy heart.  Little BooBoo is my baby and I’m pretty sure that he is my last.  I’m also pretty sure I’m struggling with him growing up so quickly.

TROFAST by IKEA – too fast in my opinion.

You would have been proud, Big Daddy P promised the crib and I was cool.  I was so cool in fact that we headed over to IKEA and picked out a big boy bed in about 10 minutes.  I was the epitome of decisiveness and practicality, things I pride myself on being, particularly when faced with emotion.

Big Daddy P was even sad, or at least pretending to be.

I started to feel the dull pang of sadness as we disassembled his crib.  I carefully packed all of the beautiful sage green lamb bedding for our family’s newest addition, remembering the thrill of dressing Little BooBoo’s crib for the first time. 

Once upon a time BooBoo had a little lamb.


Goodbye sweet lamb bedding.

Goodbye crib.


As if it never was.

Big Daddy P worked that drill and in no time it was as if the crib never was.  The crib was gone, the rocker too, even the soft little lamb wall decorations, all gone.

Out with the old, in with the new.


Daddy’s little helper.

Ready for new adventures.

The drill was loud enough to drown out my sobbing.

The big boy bed, all pine and sturdy was soon ready for my monkey to perform acrobatic feats of amazement.

A big boy bed is born.

When the big boy bed was finally assembled I felt proud, but still not as proud as sad.  Had it not been for Little BooBoo’s enthusiasm and pride for his new bed I may have broken down entirely. 

As big as Little BooBoo is getting, he insisted on keeping his crib toy affixed to his new big boy bed.  This little gesture assured me that he is still indeed my little boy, making the transition to the big boy bed a little easier for the both of us.