We had no grand plans. Mr. Boom had spent the weekend sick on the couch while G and I grocery shopped, played in the a/c and took a few trips to the park. For the actual holiday, we had decided to stay close to home and have a barbeque at my in-law's for dinner. At around 6:00 am, I heard George start to make his waking noises over the monitor. Since he usually plays quietly in his crib for another 20 minutes or so, I snuggled back into my pillows and drifted off. Not for long. Suddenly, his babbling sounded much closer than it should. Mr. Boom woke with a start and said, "Were those footsteps?"
You can guess where this is going, right?
I bolted out of bed and slowly opened G's door only to find him standing right inside his room, feet on the floor, grinning up at me.
Independence Day indeed, the day that our barely 18 month old toddler decided he would climb out of his crib for the first time.
On July 5th, he decided to continue the trend, with a twist. When I went into his room yesterday morning, I found him sitting cross-legged on the changing pad on his dresser, happily smearing diaper cream on himself. Clearly we need to remedy the bed situation immediately, if not sooner. Of course, we waited too long to order the toddler bed conversion kit for his crib and it is now discontinued. If anyone has a brilliant idea to remedy this
George should be spelled: M.i.s.c.h.i.e.f.
Though he is mischief personified, he is also the sweetest, funniest kid I which brings me to the ice cream portion of this post. Messily enjoying a cone at the end of our 4th of July cookout...
Lapping up every last drop...can you stand it?!?!?