Sunday was a big day for us. We purchased a window AC for HD's room after standing in the AC stacks at Home Depot for 30-plus minutes trying to decide (I was the one hemming and hawing as usual - will someone be able to break into his room? do we really need it? will it be too cold?). At home later, BH was installing it and I was trying to keep HD distracted because we were post-bedtime and I said, "maybe we should lower his crib too while we're here." Turns out BH and I had the same frightened, paranoid thought about newly crawling HD the day before and neither of us said anything - now that he's on the go and pulling up on occasion, will we go in to find him dead on the floor one morning because he's stood up and flipped himself out of our fancy low-bar Stokke crib? So, my husband moved nine small screws and the crib was lowered. I didn't cry or anything but it did seem like a big deal. We also took out the bumper (yes, I know bumpers are controversial). At the end of it all, BH said, "so we've lowered the crib and raised the bar." We've provided another challenge for HD to meet and now I am excited and nervous for the morning I go in and finding him standing in his crib waiting for me to get him out. Sniffle*.
*I am not yet over the fact that I am emotional about these almost-milestones and that I can be heard saying, "it goes so fast," several times a day. On another note, I'm loving the AC in his room and now am considering one for the main floor - it is HOT out.
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