About a week before Christmas, Leopold decided that he was over his crib. My husband had put him down after rocking and reading for a while and went to the bathroom. I was on my computer downstairs. over the monitor, I heard a THUMP, then a pitter patter of tiny feet, and the creak of a door opening. I ran upstairs to see lil man in the hallway. We hoped it was a fluke, put him back in the crib and before we were out the door, his leg was over the crib and he was about to escape.
CRAP. NOT a fluke.
That night, C converted his crib to a toddler bed. Here is my lil man in his big boy bed:
The next day I bought a gate for his doorway (since he can open doors, too) so we don’t have a wandering baby in the middle of the night. It’s been touch n go with the big boy bed transition. The holidays (a lot of nights away from home) and the flu last week have made the transition more difficult. We turned a corner last Thursday night and have down to a pretty consistent routine at night and last night there was only one wake-up. (last week was a total exhausting shit-show. I can’t tell you how much puke and/or diarrhea I cleaned up. Let alone how messed up our nights were. The worst night I was up with him from 2-5 am. ANYWAY!).
My baby! He’s blowing away these milestones to transition from baby to big kid. He is growing up too fast. As soon as we’ve hit a groove, he changes. Teeth. Other developmental milestones. Ahh. He definitely keeps me on my toes, it’s fun, it’s amazing to watch. (And a little exhausting…)
(PS: cycle update: Started bleeding mid-afternoon today. CD 3 appointment scheduled for Thursday. Please no cysts…cross your fingers for me that all looks good and I get my meds in time)