I think Brother is thisclose to meeting the woman of his dreams, marrying and having kids of his own. At least that’s what my heart feels. As if this sudden interest in the potty wasn’t enough, he’s learned a new trick that’s got me on the verge of panic.
He can climb out of his crib. Remember how I told you I was lazy on the potty training? I’m also a slacker on the moving out of the crib game. I have no desire to have Brother in a big bed. None. Everyone keeps saying that it’s no big deal until he can crawl out of his crib…an act he’s shown no interest in before. Until now. We were at my mother in law’s house this weekend and his pack & play was parked beside of an arm chair. He learned to crawl over the side and into the chair. I was a little nervous but since there’s no arm chair near his crib, I didn’t lose any sleep.
But, his talent is endless. He can climb in and out at his own leisure without the arm chair. And, I’m not even allowed to help him with this new endeavor without screams of, “I DO IT MYSELF!”
What’s a mom to do when in the span of three days her baby boy decides that he wants to use the potty, sleep in a big boy bed and get a tattoo? I’ll tell you what. I’m refusing this whole growing up thing. It’s not allowed in my house. I’m willing to make deals. If I let him get the tattoo, I wonder if he’ll stay in diapers and in his crib and be my baby forever? What? The tattoo would say “Mom”.