He Did It

We have had the "Big Boy" bed set up in Jacob's room now for a good couple of months. I wanted to have it set up and get Jacob adjusted to having it around before making the transition official. The other day Matt looked at me and said, "so when are we going to do this?" (Meaning, make the big switch). I hesitated and said, "soon". Yeah right, he knows me and he knows that I would have waited forever and come up with a million reasons as to why we shouldn't switch him over just yet, "he's too little still", "we don't really HAVE to yet", "we don't have the guard-rails set up", "I'm too tired", etc. etc. etc. The truth is, Jacob was ready. I was the one who wasn't quite ready to have him grow up. I wasn't quite ready to have him out of his crib, sleeping in a bed, like a big boy. I wasn't quite ready to let go of that phase. Wow, it did go so quickly. Now, I feel like it's official, he's no longer my little baby, he's a big boy. Jacob did it. He slept in his big boy bed as if he's always slept there. He did still have his nookies. A little bit of baby that he's still hanging onto and I'm letting him...for now!

Just waking up from his first sleep in the bed.

Proud Mama

I never though I'd be so proud of such silly little things. I'm proud of so many things Jacob does lately. He's now telling me when he has a dirty diaper, when his sippy cup is empty, when he's tired and ready for "blue nookies" (my kid does love to sleep). He can hold a spoon and eat a bowl of cereal! Wow, that makes me proud! I'm proud of so much that Jacob does, but there is one thing and for whatever reason, it makes me Super Proud! I'm so proud of the way he can eat a banana like everyone else now! It's so amazing to watch him hold the banana by the peel at the bottom and bite off one piece at a time. I watched him the first time he did this and thought to myself, "this is how he's going to eat a banana for the rest of his life, and here I am watching it for the first time ever" Call it silly if you will, but I'm proud.

Choo-Choo

My mom keeps asking me if Jacob really plays with his train table. He really does. He loves it and lines a bunch of trains up and pushes them around and around. Here is a little video clip of him playing trains:

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

I'm in the kitchen cooking (something I rarely have the time/energy to do anymore) and I hear this gurggling and splashing sound from down the hallway. I peak my head over the counter to see what's going on and I find this:

Jacob has his sippy cup of milk and he's having the most wonderful time filling up his mouth with milk and then letting it run/drip out of his mouth, down his shirt and onto the floor. So what's a Mom to do? My first reaction, not to yell, or even to clean up the mess, but: Hurry, get your camera before the moment's over! Here are the photos: