It’s funny how you measure time as a parent. It’s not in days or months or notches on a worn out door frame. It’s measured in moments & milestones. Moments we cherish but are never ready for.
Like this one.
Just last week I wrote he was mobile but not truly crawling. Well he blew that right out if the water and moved right on to pulling up on anything & everything. No sooner did we utter the words “we’ll have to lower the crib soon” did it happen.
I wasn’t ready for this. Cribs mean babies and newborns and infants. Swaddles and pacis and immobile babies.
Standing? That’s for big kids. Toddler beds & twin beds with rails.