Saturday, November 13, 2010
Tonight we took the crib rails down on Everett's bed. Some time after Christmas, we'll move him into his sister's room in preparation for the baby. Tonight, Nate had to go out to get tools while turning the crib into a toddler bed and Everett runs for his boots. I tell him dad's in the shop, but he'll be right back. With an earnest look he and says, "Big guy." Which for him, means everything. It means, I can go in the shop, I'm big. I can handle it. He's way into being a big guy right now.
I look at him and know that soon so much is going to change and I'm not sure I'm ready for him to be a big guy. He plans adventures that he's going to take in buses that he's going to drive. He points out where his carseat will be (driver's seat, obviously). He tells me about the shop he's going to work in someday and what he's going to fix (firetrucks, of course).
He cracks me up, my big guy.