Big Boy

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That's right!  There is no crib in Alex's room anymore.  We've decided to transition Alex into a "Big Boy Bed" a couple of months early.  We had planned to move him into this bed sometime after he turned two, but the little Houdini was caught escaping from his crib yesterday after nap time.  Literally hanging off the side holding on with his two little hands and his right big toe.  Now that he knows he can get out, well, there'll be no stopping him.  We decided rather than let him continue escaping, risking an injury, we'd just put him in the twin bed now.

Alex really digs his new digs.  He was so excited as we were putting it together.  So much more room to jump!  He can get in and out by himself!  Wheee!  I, on the other hand, am sad.  Taking down the crib and storing it away never to see it again for at least two more years (Oh yea, we decided to stick to the original plan, waiting to get pregnant again summer of 2008).  Not that I was so attached to it.  It was a hand-me-down hand-me-down coming to me after two of my cousins used it for their kids.  It's nice enough, but that's not why I'm going to miss it.  Taking down the crib, for me, symbolized all too clearly that my baby, well, he's no longer a baby.  He's growing up.

Sniffle sniffle.  MY BABY'S GROWING UP! 

Add to the Big Boy Bed, the fact that this week, he totally started talking.  He'd been stuck at about 15 or so words for so long.  I was beginning to consider having him evaluated by a speech therapist.  Last week he added probably another 15 words to his repertoire and it's growing leaps and bounds almost hourly.  He can tell you what he's eating, what he wants to eat, what he's playing with, what he wants to play with, most of his body parts (especially "pee pee" which already is his favorite)...  It's still in his garbled baby-talk, but they are definite words and it's all happening so fast!