In other news, Naomi finally made it to her 15 month check-up today (yes... she'll be 21 months in a week... shut up)... Her shots are up-to-date, and we now have 25 pounds (60%tile) and 32 inches (24%tile) of baby on the run.
As for her jail break and her not-so-subtle request for a toddler bed, I was just thinking... we've had a crib set up in our house for almost 6 consecutive years now. It's going to be weird to see it go. Wow. The end of an era. Not sure whether I want to pop the cork or grab a tissue. The truth is, it's perfect timing: Since she's potty training, she needs to be able to get up and go to the bathroom on her own (mommy reported that she went by herself quite a few times today)... Yet and still, the progression still throws me for a loop. But ready or not, here we come. The last jailbird has escaped, and the inmates are poised to take over the asylum. Brace yourself.
Hide yo kids. Hide yo wife.
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