Joe finally moved into a proper bed tonight. He’s been big enough for a real bed for ages, but I figured as long as he was happy in a cot, I was happy for him to stay in a cot… because he stayed in his cot… and I didn’t have to worry about him wandering around in the night and falling down the stairs.
David and I had a moment earlier. David said, “No more Stainton babies in cots…” and though we don’t want any more Stainton babies… it’s just another of those moments. My babies are growing up. *Sniff*
* Btw, he hasn’t been in that bouncy hammock all this time – that would be mad. That was just the earliest photo I could find of him in a cot.