Solution

This is an emotional post for me.

Carter is the baby of this home, at least for the next 7 months.  And he is such a tiny kid and doesn't have to speak a whole lot because he has his brother to speak for him.  So, it is easy to just let him be the BABY.  But really, he is a toddler.

This child loves to climb.  Everything.  And it can be quite alarming to find him standing in the middle of the dining room table.  Or the very back of the couch, in the window.  Or, on the back of the recliner.  (Letting go, just to have the sensation of falling, I think!)   But, none of that is as alarming as hearing him fall out of his crib and the crying afterwards.

He was totally fine and I think he was fortunate enough to land on the cushion of his diaper, truth-be-told.

But, I knew the jig was up.  He is no longer a baby, and the crib was no longer an option.  Once he figures something out he does it over and over and over.  Can't risk the major trauma of a bigger fall.

So, I wept.  For the loss of the baby-ness.  For the fact that this would somehow make him older than what I wanted him to be.  And, because I am pregnant, also know as incredibly hormonal.

So, here is the solution.  I am so proud.  We are starting him on the floor on his mattress until I find a toddler bed for him.  Getting him used to not having the confining bars around him.  Yesterday at nap time, Cory laid with him until he fell asleep.  Last night, I was with him as he fell asleep at bedtime.  And today.  Oh, my.  Today, I gave him his ba-ba and told him it was nap time and he went.  He laid down on his big-boy bed and curled up and went right to sleep. 

He didn't NEED me.


(Commence weeping....)


I am so proud.

Love & Laughter,
abby