Big Boy Bed

I fell asleep on Boo's floor yesterday for naptime, thinking seeing me with my eyes closed would get him to go to sleep as well.

Ha!

I was the only one who took a nap yesterday, although it was pretty nice to have one.

When I woke up and peeked an eye open to see what he was doing, I saw a certain little someone staring at me while pretty much balancing himself on the top rail of the crib!  Of course, I immediately told him to get down before he fell.  I told him I'd be right back and rushed downstairs for the camera, after which I asked him to try to climb out of his crib so I could take pictures.  Yeah, mama of the year award, right here!!  Don't worry, I didn't let him go too far.

"really, you want me to do what?"

"okay, I go like this with that foot..."

"...and then grab here with my hands..."

a little more pull and he'd be over!

Okay, you can stop. Now.

So Chris and I decided that this weekend, we would convert his crib to a toddler bed.  Nothing wrong with trying to keep him in the crib as long as we could; he wasn't complaining about it and, as far as we knew, he wasn't trying to climb out of it...at least, successfully.  During his bath, we switched out the bed rails, then got him in his pj's and let him loose.

I think he's diggin' it.

So far, no problems, although I think he was pretty exhausted by the time he went to bed, so tonight's ease could be deceiving.  Who knows where we'll find him in the morning!!

My baby's not a baby any more.

Another 1st - the lost tooth

"99% of kids who chip their teeth, do just that, chip it.  The other 1% have it shear up the back.  That's what happened here."  

This is what the dentist said to me when I took Boo in on Monday after chipping his tooth at the sitter's last Friday.  He didn't complain about it much, but I still wanted to get it checked out.  I had felt a sharp point behind the chipped tooth near the gum that I could move (yes, this would be the part that sheared up the back...ewwww!) and, as much as I hate dealing with teeth (or maybe, because of that), knew we needed to get it looked at.  Good thing, too.  She sent us directly to the oral surgeon to have it pulled because she could see pulp and thought the sheared part was probably into his nerve root.  Ouch!  Poor kid.  Went from this:

(not a good picture, but you can see the chip really well),

to this:

He was such a brave kid at the dentist's office.  By the time we got to the surgeon's office, he knew something was probably up, but still let them look in his mouth (we were both in the chair by that time) and was really just kick-a$$ good.  Have I mentioned how stinkin' proud I am of him?!?!  And I told him so, over and over.

For various reasons, they were not able to put him out for this procedure, so they just had to papoose him, numb it, and pull it.  Due to that, I was not allowed to be with him, unfortunately, but they said he did great!  After they pulled it and brought him back out, he snuggled into my lap and told me "Mama, I need a kiss" while leaning towards me with an open mouth.  "I need a kiss in my mouf."  How.could. I. resist??  My baby pretty much got whatever he wanted the rest of the day!!

 and now:

My little prizefighter!