Tonight, Noah resisted his usual bedtime routine in a new way.

Usually, after the last diaper change, putting on pjs, and brushing of his 6 teeth, he demands to be read to (or to nurse) in the glider rocker in his room.

In fact, if Jill is sitting in the rocker for some reason, he runs over to her and urgently insists “up! up!” I’m supposed to sit there, and he’s supposed to sit in my lap.

Not tonight.

Tonight, when I went to sit down — already holding Noah — he started squirming and insisting “bed! bed!”

When I set him down, he scrambled into his toddler bed, picked up as many books as he could hold, and announced, “read!”

We read 4 pages of “Go, Dogs, Go!” 3 times, 3 pages of one of the myriad of airplane books, and admired the choo-choos on the headboard of the bed.

Since he was clearly fading, I asked Noah if he wanted to nurse. He did, but he wouldn’t let me move the two of us to the glider. So I folded myself into the toddler bed, and nursed him there.

I don’t remember the last time Noah fell asleep so fast.

We aren’t quite ready for him to be able to get out of bed on his own. So I did move him into his crib after I took this picture.

I don’t know how long it will be before Noah is sleeping in his toddler bed every night. Probably a couple of months. But I still have one of those powerful “My baby is growing up!” feelings right now. His first night falling asleep in a big boy bed.