The Juice is Loose

He did it.  Right in front of me, he tossed one leg over the rail of his crib and lunged himself right out to the floor.  I sat dumbfounded.  He looks up at me from his minor crash and says, “Good Job Bake!  High Fife!”  I couldn’t pull my hand away from my mouth, so I totally left him hanging.  I’m not high fiving that.

I am totally not ready for toddler beds and a baby that can escape his nighttime prison bars.  He plays happily in his bed during naps when he doesn’t want to sleep, and I fear what will happen when he can get out.  I will admit that I resist many changes.  I very much didn’t want him to crawl either.  I liked the consistency of knowing that if I can leave the room and he’ll stay where I put him.  Huh, come to think of it, this is the same issue.  It’s a safety issue, really.  It has nothing to do with me not being able to accept that my baby isn’t a baby anymore.  Nope, that’s not the problem at all.


2 thoughts on “The Juice is Loose

  1. Bahahahaha! You know, I tuned into read the “no diaper” story, and by the looks of this title, I thought this was THAT post! 🙂

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