okay, fine. you wanna get cute with your little tricks? don't think i won't go there, cos i'll go there, and i'll build a house there.
crummy picture, but you get the gist
last week we said goodbye to the padded-cell, more affectionately known as the pack-n-play, and it has taken temporary refuge in the closet until baby sister arrives early next year. in its place now proudly stands a toddler bed. honestly, i didn't think we'd be crossing this bridge only 18 months into fox's short life, but fox is 95th percentile in height and 70th in weight (i.e. he looks like a four year old), so i guess physically he should have been bailing over the sides of his "crib" months ago.
so how do you explain to a baby that he now has to stay lying down on a mattress all night long and not wander around his bedroom and climb things he shouldn't? mercy, i wish i knew. as i was tucking him in that first night, i was doing my best to help him understand what in the world we were doing to him. i'm sure my "big boy" pep-talk laced with tears didn't inspire much confidence in the lad. i was flooded with guilt, worrying that we were making him grow up too soon and selfishly mourning the impending loss of the precious only-child time i have left with my sweet boy. he knew i was in a bad way and comforted me with hugs, which then set off my snort-sobs. and that is how fox officially entered toddlerdom.
over the past few days there has been much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, and i'm sure this is a 'two steps forward one step back' sort of process, but tonight he went to bed and stayed there, no tears. extreme, most righteous internet high fives. if i weren't so sleep deprived, i'd be dancing in the streets.