Operation Bobo

Usually September 11th is a hard day for me. It is a day filled with some pretty awful memories of running a daycare in downtown Manhattan as all hell broke loose all around us. But this September 11th is a different for me. This September 11th is the day B stopped being my baby and became a big boy...sniff.

It all began yesterday. I went out and bought a little highly decorated felt bag and a gift wrapped present. The cook at our school joined me in my plan nicknamed Operation Bobo.

The cook gave B the bag and told him to fill the bag with all of his bobo's (pacifiers) and she would give them to the babies in the baby room. He would also get the present.

This all coincided with the arrival of his big boy bed.

We ran home and he searched the house for all the bobo's and put them in the bag. He sat on the couch gripping the bag and awaited the arrival of his big boy bed. When the bed finally came the surly truck driver was bombarded with photographs and songs about his big boy bed and was forced (I mean this guy was really not into it) to look in little B's bag of bobos.

The bed was covered in his pinkarific sheets that he chose himself and all the stuffed animals were arranged and B fell asleep bobo free.

Little S took B's old crib and actually slept most of the night. In the morning I discovered why B had climbed into S'c crib and they slept all curled up together. Please begin the awww sound now.

In the morning still bobo free B went to school and handed the bag over the the cook and received his special prize. And his Mommy as she proudly took this shot burst into tears and hugged him so tightly he nearly turned blue.