Big Boy Pajamas

My son wore big boy pajamas to bed tonight. You know the kind with no feet and a separate top that you can pull up to tickle and kiss their little belly? Those are the ones. No snaps up one leg and down the other, no zipper from head to toe. Just genuine big boy pajamas.




I feel like I want to put one hand on his top and one on his bottom and squish him back down to newborn size where he seemed to fit so perfectly curled between my chin and my chest. I recently held a newborn, just slightly larger then Wyatt was when he was born. She felt like a doll in my arms. A fragile glass doll that required 2 steady hands for every move. I feel Wyatt was never this small, yet he was smaller. Tonight I tucked my little bean into bed with his feet less pajamas, and went and curled up on the couch next to my husband. My mind drifted to Wyatt's first morning home from the hospital, and how I got up before Justin to enjoy the silence and stillness of the autumn morning with my new baby in my arms. I couldn't imagine him smiling, or crawling, jumping, rolling, wearing big boy pajamas...yet he is. At no other point in our lives do we grow and change at this incredible rate of speed. We would all be super genius giants if this were the case. So here he is, just jumped into the deep end of life and into a whole life filled with many adventures, and many nights of cold feet in his feet less big boy pajamas.