Alex finally fell out of his crib while trying to get out of it last night. One day after turning two-and-a-half. This is significant because I told Pete six months ago we would move Alex out of the crib when he was two-and-a-half.
Lord help me I'm not ready to honor that commitment.
Alex doesn't know anything about sleeping in an unrestricted space. He still snuggles his large-for-his-age frame up against one end of the crib like a little bear cub. He goes to sleep by himself in there. He loves his music box and (until last night) has never tried to escape. He willingly lays down and even says "night-night" when he's particularly sleepy.
But now all that's going to be turned upside down. He won't know the first thing about staying in a bed that isn't surrounded by, um, bars. He'll jump out repeatedly, probably try to go downstairs, and then I won't know where to draw the line between STAY IN BED and "awww, come in here with mommy..."
I just can't wait...