I had grand plans for a blog post today but will put those off for a few days as someone decided that he was done with his crib today.  This morning Brendon declared that he was going to "jump" out of his crib and put his foot over the rail.  I thought he was joking.  The goose egg on his forehead proves that he was not.  After he went down for a nap (or so I thought) he attempted to jump out of the crib unsuccessfully.  *Thump*

So, a half hour, an instruction book and a screw driver were all that it it took for my baby to become a big boy. 
(Can I just say how much I love our convertible crib!!!  This thing rocks.)


Now, going to sleep is another matter.  That requires:
Fashion: "Mater" top, Thomas pants and a Mickey diaper.  The folks at Disney are marketing geniuses...
Blankets: 3 blankets and the all important "blankie"
Pillows: 2 for sleeping
A Ladder: 1 Winne the Pooh step stool.  For the record, Brendon is really tall...there's no need for this...but he's a toddler and insisted that he needed it.  C'est La' Vie.

Sweet Dreams, Little Man...