And the crib is gone...

Little Guy has been doing great in his "big boy bunk bed." He doesn't even get out. I went in to wake the kids up Saturday morning for soccer games and he sat up and asked, "It morning now?" In an "I'm asking permission to get out of bed" tone. And this morning, Buddy was up first and already downstairs when I heard Little Guy yelling from his bed asking if he could get out. If only I'd trained my other kids so well about never ever getting out of their beds I wouldn't be as crazy (and hoarse from yelling at them at night) as I am.







Here's the before... well, not really the before, more the middle.