Somebody moved out of his crib last night and is loving life in his "big-bed."
That phrase is usually whispered in my ear as I'm putting him down in his crib, "Momma, lay in the big-bed?" We finally pulled the trigger and let him spend the night in it.
Didn't hear a peep until 6:30 am this morning when I heard his door open, then the sound of little feet pattering towards our room, and finally saw his blonde head sticking up at the foot of our bed. Scott and I leaned up and said "Good Morning littl budd..." and were interrupted by something soft and round flying towards our heads. It hit me squarely in the forehead. I looked at Scott in the darkness and he said, "I think that's a dia..." and another one came shooting towards us.
Sam starts cackling manically and says "I throw skinky pee-you's at your head!" Lucky for us we throw the truly stinky ones immediately into the garage garbage, there were only two wet ones left in his waste basket. Tightly rolled too....phew.
He's been giggling out loud randomly throughout the day today, whispering, "Stinky pee-you's at Momma's head."