This morning, Husband and I were chatting in our bedroom before we got the baby out of his crib. I could hear Little Man on the monitor, rolling around and talking to himself like he does most mornings. I closed my eyes for another few minutes of sleep.
And then Little Man opened the door and came into our room.
Apparently he wasn't rolling around his crib this morning--he was climbing out. He came right to our bedroom and into his Daddy's arms, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Did you climb out of your crib?" I asked him. He smiled.
"Yeah, yeah," he said in his funny little way.
"Do you have any boo-boos?" Husband asked him. Little Man looked at his arms and felt his head.
"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head. He snuggled in between us on the bed.
And so marks the last day of the crib. Tonight, Little Man will sleep in a big boy bed and hopefully not decide to take a tour of the house at 3 AM.
Transitioning out of his crib is that last of the "baby steps". All the milestones from here on out are big boy: potty training, tying his shoes, writing his letters. And while he'll always be my baby, to the world he's a big boy.
And I couldn't be more proud.
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