But the post is actually about Owen and his need for a new bed. We wanted to let him stay in the crib as long as we could, and so for close to two years (!) that has worked very well. He seemed to feel safe in his crib. He's been a great sleeper in his crib. He would stay in his crib, whether it was for nap or bedtime or even time outs. I always found it a little ridiculous, to be honest, from the boy who tries to insist on doing the monkey bars by himself, can do a back flip on the rings, and can scale large mountains without breaking a sweat. In fact, not long after coming home he was spotted climbing INTO his crib from the outside. Which, I think must be quite a bit harder than getting OUT of it from the inside...but maybe I'm wrong. In any case, the crib WORKED. But all good things must come to an end, I suppose.
Owen is growing up, and can be quite serious about his big boy status these days. If I ever refer to him as "my baby" he takes great offense and tells me that he is not my baby he is my big boy. So it makes sense that he decided that it was time to get out of his crib. And he did that one morning with no fanfare. Liam and I were up already, eating breakfast, when we heard the creak of a bedroom door upstairs and some footsteps. The pitter patter of little feet walking down the steps...and then Owen walked in, pulled out his chair at the kitchen table (which no longer has a booster seat), sat down and said in the most matter of fact way, "I waked up." And that was that. Ever since, he gets out of his crib on his own. I've never even witnessed how he does it, but I'm sure it's graceful because I never hear a thump. I should probably lower the side of it for him to make it easier. Soon he won't have to work so hard, because we ordered a new bed for Liam and will move Liam's bed into Owen's room. A baby no more...sigh...
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