Within three days Blake grew out of 3 pairs of pajamas, he peed in the potty and he moved into a big boy bed. He must know he is turning two in a few days.
I know he is turning two because his new solution to every problem is to hit mom. He is still sweet and cuddly, but he now has a temper.
Moving from the crib has been unbelievable. I know I shouldn't compare, but...when Kyle moved to a big boy bed it was so hard. He jumped on his bed, kicked the wall, played, came out of his room, cried, screamed and jumped around some more. But Blake just walks in, climbs in bed, and closes his eyes. I check on him three or four times, amazed that he is actually asleep. It is pretty cool.

Please ignore the shockingly ugly wall paper in the background. I am in the process of fixing up Blake's room. Pictures of his newly decorated room should be coming in the next few weeks.
So I guess I can't call Blake my baby anymore. I sure still feel like he is. I even feel like that with Kyle, who is almost 5. Time marches on. Better enjoy them while they are young.