My "Baby" is turning 2

There will be no pictures in this post...why, you ask? It's twofold really, first my Acer laptop got a virus and I cannot access any of my pictures right now and second I wish only to express this night in words.

I have just laid my first born down to sleep in his crib for the last time. I cannot quite figure out why this is such an emotional thing for me, but I definitely had to hide my tears from Rowan as I cried while rocking him tonight. Maybe it is because I know my boy is growing and as each day passes he needs me less and less. Ok, so maybe at this point that statement is a little premature since I know full well he still needs me a whole bunch, but he absolutely has all these new words that showcase his growing independence......"Mommy, watch", "mine", "own" (when he wants his own of something), "get it" (when he wants to get something himself without any help), and "Rowan do it".

How have these first 2 years gone by so fast. I had been warned that this would happen but in the midst of changing diapers, nursing, sleep training, and playing I didn't think 2 years would produce such a smart, funny, and Big Boy...in such a short amount of time. Tonight I shed my Motherly tears and wondered if it will get any easier as he continues to grow up. I fear I already know the answer to that. I stared at the 3 paintings I painted as I anxiously awaited his arrival, and cried as I thought about taking them down tomorrow and replacing them with truck and train and big boy pictures. I stared at him as I laid him down and all I could think about was how tiny he used to be. When I was pregnant I would just sit in his room and look around wondering what the room would be like with him in it. Tonight I held him close and sang our usual songs....Silent Night, O Come all ye faithful, Rowans song, Jesus Loves me, and Come thou Fount. As I rocked and sang, I prayed for my little "big" boy.

Tomorrow we will move the crib into Lia's nursery and move Rowan's new trundle bed into its place, along with the "new" furniture. Poppa has been helping out with all the painting. Scratch that....he did ALL the painting including repainting the nursery after I originally choose an awful shade of Pepto Bismol pink. The new, light color required 2 coats to cover. The first set of dressers Theo made for us (out of scraps from Ken's shop), have a shiny new coat of white paint on them and may someday head off to collage with Rowan. Thanks Poppa for all your help!

Good night Rowan, sweet dreams....tomorrow will bring many new exciting things!