Big Boy Beds!

I continue in my recovery and loved going to church this morning. I was really beginning to be affected emotionally by not getting out of this house enough. Dave and I were also able to go on a hot date (actually, quite cold) for 20 minutes and walked around the block this afternoon. Today has really lifted my spirits. Yesterday was difficult and the waterworks would start flowing and I had trouble stopping them. I try keeping it together when the boys are around, but when I climb into bed at night, sometimes, it just starts flowing.

We put together a toddler bed for Dawson yesterday. We were torn on whether to keep the child caged longer or not. The toddler bed doesn't require lifting but he is able to escape and escape he did. It was only a couple times, though. We kept the crib together just in case it wasn't working, but the way Dawson was talking about his "big boy bed" made us think he wasn't going back to the crib. This afternoon, he didn't want to get in his bed for his nap and I asked him if he wanted to go in his crib like a baby and his response was "No baby" so Dave is cleared to take it apart. I was looking at that crib yesterday and recalling some memories. I also realized it would probably be the last time we use it. Just more tears.