With Jack officially "settled" (I use that word very loosely) in the big bed with Ben, I took the plunge, packed up Eli's belongings and moved him out. Out of our bedroom, that is. Our babies have resided in our room for a little bit longer with each one, partly because we like it that way and partly because it's gotten harder and harder to find a new spot for them. : ) And no matter how old they are or how ready we all are for the new living arrangements, it's always just a tiny bit sad for me to give them their first big send-off.
So tonight I was home with just the little guys while Jimmy had the big kids at one of their later basketball games when I decided it was time. It didn't even feel all that sad to me, which is probably why I was able to capitalize on the moment and get it done. He and I went through his normal night time routine except this time I put him into his new (to him) crib in Caroline's room where he drifted right to sleep, just like he always does. I was feeling quite proud of us both for being so mature about the whole thing.
So a couple hours later when Jimmy and the big people had come home and he'd gotten them all settled off to bed he came downstairs and said he noticed that Eli had moved into his big boy room. Those were the wrong words to use, apparently, because upon hearing him say that I completely burst into tears at how old he was all of a sudden, saying things like, "We've lost our baby!" Like the good husband that he is, Jimmy only laughed at me a little bit but mostly just said that he thought it was a tiny bit sad, too. Oh, and he might have reminded me that we haven't, in fact, lost our baby. Ten months is still pretty baby-ish, indeed.
So tonight I was home with just the little guys while Jimmy had the big kids at one of their later basketball games when I decided it was time. It didn't even feel all that sad to me, which is probably why I was able to capitalize on the moment and get it done. He and I went through his normal night time routine except this time I put him into his new (to him) crib in Caroline's room where he drifted right to sleep, just like he always does. I was feeling quite proud of us both for being so mature about the whole thing.
So a couple hours later when Jimmy and the big people had come home and he'd gotten them all settled off to bed he came downstairs and said he noticed that Eli had moved into his big boy room. Those were the wrong words to use, apparently, because upon hearing him say that I completely burst into tears at how old he was all of a sudden, saying things like, "We've lost our baby!" Like the good husband that he is, Jimmy only laughed at me a little bit but mostly just said that he thought it was a tiny bit sad, too. Oh, and he might have reminded me that we haven't, in fact, lost our baby. Ten months is still pretty baby-ish, indeed.