Boys get big and so does their furniture!

Bigger bed!

My boy who turned three, is getting a new bed. We are calling it his big boys bed.  And while in most family’s the most handy one is the dad, I am afraid that I am more capable of putting Ikea-like furniture together, then the love of my life.  Lucky me!
I got the help of my mother and it took us half an hour to make a cardboard box and it’s content, into a functioning bed.
Am I proud?  Not really, more like, my thumps feel the pain, and my back is telling me I’ve gotten older.
Anyway, I am realizing that my children grow up way to fast.  Still I can’t wait for his reaction.  Curious!!