Little Boy in a Big Bed

It seems hard to believe that near the end of October, Merrick will be five years old. AND WE STILL HAD HIM SLEEPING IN A CRIB!!!

So, this week we worked hard to take his crib apart, and put this day bed into his room.

The move stirs a couple of heart strings. 1. How did the boy arrive...to be almost five? How did he go from wearing a bib...to outgrowing his crib? How did he go from being spoon-fed...into doing a leap on his new bed?
Oh me! Oh my! Time really does fly.

2. The day bed belonged to my late sister Dana. She got so bad with a lung disease that she had to move into my Dad's basement, and my Dad and my brother took care of her. She was long gone before Merrick arrived. It's too bad, because she was already a wonderful aunt, and would have just lavished her love on the little man. It was really hard to watch her decline and her passing.

So, while it is fun to see the exuberance of our baby boy...I can't look at the bed without thinking of my baby sister. I guess...sometimes...happiness and sadness CAN co-exist.