The end of an era. A 22 month era.

I am sitting on the couch and blogging. A fact that I am very thankful for because it means that my laptop has once again become a laptop and not a folding computer that must be plugged into an external monitor in order to be useful. Goodbye lines down the middle of my screen. I will miss your multi-colored-ness. Or not.

The day that I have been dreading since Josiah turned 1 and still refused any nourishment except breastmilk came and went this past Monday: the boy is weened.

We decided at the end of October that November 1 was the day. So I talked to him about it for a few days prior to November 1. He has always seemed to appreciate a heads up on things like this, even if it doesn't seem like he understands. We also planned to rearrange his room in order to get rid of the normal nursing location. But when Monday came, we suddenly decided to try the big boy bed.

We went to Wal-mart and picked out sheets. We gave him the choice between Cars and Toy Story. He chose Toy Story despite our attempts to get him to choose Cars and despite the fact that he has never even seen Toy Story.

So after his bath...

And he was excited. We read books, prayed, and sang. He laid in his big bed with his PandaMan and we left the room. Yada yada, yada and 45 minutes later we moved the crib back into his room and he has been sleeping in it ever since. He loves the idea of his big boy bed and he loves to play on it, but he does not like the idea of sleeping in it. I think he was actually scared. He likes the safety of his mesh walls. So anyway, it's there. If he gets interested, we'll give him the chance. But for now, I'm happy for him to be still in the crib.

The best part of all the big boy bed commotion... he didn't even ask to nurse! He has asked once each day this week, but has always been fine with an answer of no. I never thought it would be this easy!

The worst part of all the big boy bed commotion... on Tuesday night (after a rousing game of Hide the Napkin Wad with Uncle Steve) he was jumping on his bed and jumped into his dresser. The result was a bump on the head that stuck out about an inch. Like a cartoon. The next day, the bump was gone and just a bruise was left. So unfortunately, I don't have a great picture, just a cute one:

It's hard to believe that next month he'll be 2!