Moving

I cant believe it... Bobby and Maya are moving from the nursery, which is attached to our bedroom via Peter's closet (it's a strange layout but works great), down the hall to the "big kid" room.  At seven months old, they are at the point where they still love to sleep together, but they also love to scratch faces and put elbows in eyes.  (Okay, maybe they dont love that part, but they do it, nonetheless.)  With Bobby moving quickly towards 18lbs and Maya taking over 13lbs, it's really kind of insane to think that two babies, one who's slightly over 2 feet long and the other who is an inch shy of no longer being able to ride in his infant seat, can still share a crib.

And it breaks my heart!

First, I love the nursery.  Love it.  In addition to being so convenient (read: I can fly out of bed at the slightest noise (or lack thereof) and be in there in a split second, it is beautiful.  Peaceful.  It's at the end of the house, so very little light comes in (save the nightlight) when the shades are down, and it is so perfect for sleeping.  Initially built to be a master bath, it works so well as a nursery.

And now... Now most of the furniture has been relocated to the big kid room, where it will remain for a little while.  The room Maya will eventually move into will inherit the nursery furniture because the wood finish will match the bed we plan to buy for that room, and Bobby will get darker furniture, to match the stain on the bunk beds (which aren't bunked).  But for now, it is two toned (and that's okay).  It's just about ready for the inaugural run.  The kids have already napped in their big kid beds (with the bumberthingamagig that is so cool) and they even hung out in there awake today while I arranged the armoire and dresser/changing table.

And yet, as neat as it is that they are growing out of one space and moving into another, it is heartbreaking too...  They are my babies.  My little two pound, tiny, precious, fragile babies.  Somehow, they morphed into a stand on my own baby girl who fills out her 6-9 month clothes nicely (but still has itty bitty feet) and a big boy whose 12 month clothes hang washed in his closet, along side the few "bigger" 9 month clothes that he can wear, because he is just.so.big!  I look at them and cant even remember when they were so small that holding them for an hour, once a day, was the most physical interaction we could have...  And now...  less than T-11 hours until their seven month birthday.

They were born 3 months early.
They came home a little after turning 2 months old.
They moved from the cosleeper, attached to our bed, to the nursery, attached to our bedroom at 3 months old.
And now, they are moving to their big kid room at 7 months old.

And it feels like a lifetime is running before me in superfast motion and, as we already begin discussing their first birthday and what to do, I realize that time is passing before my eyes and they are growing up quicker than I ever could have imagined.