And that he did. And did it again the next night, and the next night. And the great part is that he is having no problems going to sleep, sleeping through the night or getting up to go to the bathroom by himself. He even shared that he would never be sleeping in the upstairs room again. So I should be happy, right?
Well...I am....but I'm also sad and a little weirded out that Scott & I are the only ones on the top floor and that I'm not sharing a bathroom with a 4 year old anymore. I want to go into his room right next to ours and kiss him when I get up to go to the bathroom at night. I want him to need me in the middle of the night (really?) I want him to be as close as he can be to me so that I will know he is okay.
The fact is that he is okay. He's more than okay. He's choosing to grow up all by himself and I'm proud. And I'll have an infant to go into that room before too long that we will all love. And that will be more than okay too.