On Monday night, our little boy decided that he was all grown up. First he pointed to his cot and crawled towards it, indicating that he wanted to go into the cot. Then he made himself comfortable in the cot with his bolster and pillow.

I stood by his cot and wanted to pat him to sleep. I pat him, he pushed my hand away and pat himself. I tried that again, he pushed my hand away yet again. Then he got up and pushed me away from his cot. So I walked to the other side of the cot. Again, he pushed me away. I sat on my bed and watched what he was up to.

He laid down comfortably in the cot and pat himself and sang his sleeping lullaby. Finally no more sound, he did not stir, eyes closed. I thought, "Wah, our little boy has grown up, no need mama to pat him to sleep." So I left the room.

Within 5 minutes, I heard cries from the bedroom. I went in, saw him standing up and wanted me to carry. I carried him, he pointed to my bed. Well, in the end, I still pat him to sleep.

Big Boy or not.... no hurry dear, take your time!