Sam and I took our little truck to my parent's house in order to bring back my bed. I'm not sure when my aunt gave it to me-- when I was 13 maybe? It was gray, I think, and my dad had me sandblast it down to the metal before I painted it white. It fits together with these great welded joints (no screws!) and is just so *right* for us. I was a little afraid my parents weren't going to let me take it out of the house.
The crib to bed transition was good.
"Hey Sam! Look at that great bed."
"C(s)am's bed? My big boy bed. I'm a big guy. Check out. Really big guy."
Smooth. Of course (just as I had assumed) he still yells for us to get him out when he wakes up, even though he's totally capable of sliding off the side.
Now I need to get cracking on his quilt and maybe some fancy new pillowcases. Nothing like giving your kid pillowcases for Christmas, to let them know you care.