Milestones All Over the Place

Well, I might as well get this out first and foremost. Reid is sleeping in a big boy bed.

That's right. Upstairs at this very moment is a child who could, without warning, rise from his bed and move freely as far as a baby-gate at the top of the stairs will permit. He's unconfined. He's a free radical.

During Reid's visit to northern grandparents, both of whom are crib-less people, Reid slept in a similar arrangement, and trustworthy or not (all grandparents report that things are always just peachy and wonderful to ensure frequent return visits), they said Reid had no problems on futons, inflatable mattresses and who knows what else.

So we figured we would go for it. As it turns out, this is important because we will at some point need to move him to a different room, if, for instance, someone had designs on his current abode.

Therefore, I hastily broke down the Ikea crib that has served us so well and transformed it to the final iteration: junior bed. Reid went to sleep that first night without a peep. In the mornings, he lays around in his bed as if it was still a crib, like he's in a force field or something. He makes noise to tell us he's awake, and we go get him when it's time for breakfast.

Needless to say, this entire website is a testament to the borderline lunacy of Reid's parents. I don't need to be reminded of this fact. So you can save the commentary when I reveal that I snuck into Reid's room with my trusty digital camera's flash ablaze to document his first night in his big-boy-bed.


The big-boy bed business is a pretty big deal. So consider this next item a preview for future fun photography. Just imagine the costume and pumpkin-carving good times that lay ahead.