We can no longer call Brenden a baby I suppose.
Babies sleep in cribs after all. Once the crib is gone then it's time to hang up the term baby. I seriously never thought this day would come. It seems the first year, you think that your life will always be about bottles and diapers. The second year you realize they can feed themselves and
they switch to sippy cups that you can gratefully refill all day long and throw into the dishwasher at the end of the day (my hands thank the wonderful sippy cup as they were turning to mush having to hand wash 6-8 bottles a day). Now into the third year, we have already begun potty training and now converting the bed to a toddler bed. We weren't ready to go all the way and do the conversion to a full sized bed, although I am sure that will come all too soon as well. I am not sure why I am so hung up on this milestone. I guess it just signals to me that The Cute is now a walking talking little man who know gets up in the morning and runs and jumps into our bed to play (at the nice hour of 5:30 a.m. sometimes). He is really great about staying in bed throughout the night, in fact he hasn't 'escaped' once. Let's keep our fingers crossed that continues as the house is hot enough to need to have his door open. Stay tuned for more stories on the toddler transition that is happening at lightning speed!