Leaps

I put Sawyer to bed the other night, in his crib, and then headed downstairs for the nightly ritual of cleaning up the day's adventures. Scott was cooking in the kitchen and looked at Sawyer as he casually walked by and out the back door in search of me. "SCOTT!" I yelled. "What?" he asked, totally clueless. I walked into the kitchen holding Sawyer's hand. "I just put him down in his crib," I said. We knew this day would come, but we were totally unprepared for it. No matter when it happens, I think parents are unequivocally shocked when their child appears like magic that first time. We tried to put him back in the crib but when we heard him running around upstairs again we knew the crib days were over, just like that. We had planned ahead and put the doorknobs on backwards, like my sister-in-law - a veteran of the toddler wars - had recommended. So we put the mattress on the floor, double baby proofed, and locked him in for the night. He screamed for a while and pulled on the doorknobs, and I really thought we'd find him in a ball on the floor later that night. But, he eventually gave up and crawled into bed where he slept, albeit sideways, for the rest of the night.

The crib hurdle behind us, pardon the pun, I finally fed Sawyer peanut butter - a food so prone to cause allergies that my pediatrician says to wait until they're 3 to serve it. But, I was one of the last hold outs among my toddler mom friends and decided to throw caution to the wind. So happy to have a new source of protein in our lives.

And that's the news from the Eastern Front. Stay tuned for a 5 month Arden update (hopefully before she's six months) and Justin's 5th grade graduation and pending arrival.