Yesterday Pete woke up from his nap with an unusually intense cry and as I turned the door handle to his room, I felt someone on the other side doing the same thing. Little Pete learned how (or grew tall enough) to get out of the crib by himself. He must have not landed very well though because he cried for quite awhile and complained about his back hurting. So that was it, no more crib for Pete. I knew the time was coming, especially because the baby will be needing the crib in a few months but I didn't figure it would happen on it's own.

Since we have no bed for him yet (just the head and foot boards), we took the crib mattress out and laid it on the floor for him. We were expecting a really long night of him running around his room with the light on, playing with his toys and coming out every 5 minutes to ask for something, but I think he was scared. We told him he needed to lay down and that it was night night time and not to get up, and I honestly think he was too scared to. Scared we would know, scared to be so much lower to the ground than usual, scared of the new view above him, just scared.

At 2 a.m. he proved it. He woke us up with a serious cry and when Dario went in to check on him, the poor little guy was wondering all over his room in a confused and frightened mess. Luckily Dario was able to calm him down and convinced him that all of us sleep in beds without bars and that means that he is a big boy now. Dario got him some water and showed him that he could keep it right by his bed and take a drink from it whenever he wanted to. That really sealed the deal and he slept until 9:00 this morning.

He is doing so well, he's actually asleep for his nap this very minute. I know it's just the first day, and things can certainly change, but I'm so proud of him. I love that little boy so much!