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10/19/11, 4:47am (&*#$!?!?!?!) / / {Overheard from a deep, deep sleep}

Avery to Nolan: Come on, buddy! Now get your leg up on the railing. Good boy! Now here’s the stool. Good job! You did it! Way to go, buddy!

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Thanks in large part to his big sister’s enthusiastic encouragement, Nolan now gets out of his crib daily. See? I even got an action shot. An incredibly blurry action shot. Instead of rushing to save my falling baby, I took a picture because I thought it would be funny. PS he was fine. I knew he would be fine. You know how? Because he’s done this every day since Sunday. I almost put him on top of the crib again so I could get a less blurry picture, but even I have boundaries. It was 5:00am. My judgement skills hadn’t kicked in yet.

Let’s file this away for the day when we have to come up with a list of reasons I should win Mother of the Year. See Avery’s tiny hand on the left cheering him on like she’s the Head Coach of the Crib Climbing Team? She even sweetly brought in her bathroom stool for him to step on as he escaped. She thinks of everything. I’m so proud.

So it was with a heavy heart that AJ and I decided to convert his crib into a toddler bed this evening. We’ve had a baby sleeping in a crib for over four years and tonight that was coming to an end. I can’t wrap my head around this.

I thought of all the mornings I’ve come into Nolan’s room to the sound of giggling children and saw this:

They play together EVERY MORNING in his crib. It’s the sweetest thing.

So AJ gets out the tools and starts to disassemble the crib.

 Nolan even tries his hand at it.

My heart was melting. Tears were welling up. My baby is a little boy now.

And then… AJ can’t find the screws to attach the guardrail piece so we have to put it all back together. All that build-up for NOTHING. Nothing. Like it never happened.

So here’s Nolan in the crib he’ll totally escape from in the morning.

Wish us all luck that he doesn’t break his leg.

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