An Update

Last Tuesday Collin's daycare had their "End of the Year" program, and I have to say I felt like a newborn baby at a rock concert.  I have never been so overstimulated in all my life.  Parents of young children are ruthless, and without inhibition.

The program took place at a local church's Family Life Center.  Think: carpeted gymnasium.  There was no stage.  There was a sort of riser-ish thing with a million chairs in front of it.  So imagine us sitting to the right of the platform thingy, 15 rows back and me unable to see my son when he came out to perform the one song his class was participating in that night.  Lucky for my husband, my inhibitions were still in place, because what I really wanted to do was stand up in my seat in the middle of 50 other people in our seating section so I could see my baby sing "He's Still Working on Me"!!  Why on earth would you take tiny people who are three feet tall and put them on a platform a foot off the ground and expect a room of 300-400 people to all be able to see?

It probably didn't help that my tiny person decided not to stand up on the riser-ish thingy and instead, according to Jarrod, sat down on the corner of it during the whole song! 

Collin was really excited to see his teachers and his friends outside of school.  He thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Collin with his good friend, Addie.  I don't know what he is doing with his tongue!

Fast forward to this past Saturday...  We have been talking for a while about transitioning Collin to a toddler bed.  His crib converts super easy, but I didn't want to spring a lot of changes on him.  Since he's doing so well potty training, we decided to just bite the bullet and Saturday morning his crib became a toddler bed.  I'm surprisingly unemotional about this transition...

My biggest fear was that Collin would have this sudden enlightenment and realize that he could come and go whenever he wanted to do so.  Also, I worried that he wouldn't go to sleep and would constantly be out of his bed trying to play with his toys.  Knock on wood, neither of these things has happened!  He goes to bed just like always and waits patiently in the mornings for us to come get him up.  Yesterday morning we found him in his bed with a small ball and a toy car.  So he did at least get up to get those items, but then he hopped right back in his bed and waited on us to come get him up for the day.  Then last night, I heard him rambling in the middle of the night.  I waited a little while before going to check on him, and I found him asleep on the floor next to his bed.  His puppy and blanket were with him, and he was sprawled out!  Cute boy!!  Jarrod told me not to risk waking him by picking him up, so I just left him (against my wishes, because come on, any excuse to pick up and hold my sweet, sleeping boy is a good one!).  This morning, when we went to get him up, he was back up in his bed.

Yesterday afternoon, we watched our friend, baby Canyon.  Canyon is 4 months old and already weighs half of what Collin weighs.  Collin seems to like holding Canyon, but on two different occasions now he has said to me (about 30 seconds into holding Canyon), "Mommy, he too hebby".  Then he usually puts on his best I'm being crushed by a car face, and we all roll with laughter.  Adorable.

Also, can we just talk about something for a moment?  I am always reminded of just how true it is that all children are different whenever I hold another kid.  I go to pick them up and expect it to feel familiar and sweet, but it usually feels awkward!  My niece is 8 days older than Collin, but everyone in my family will tell you that holding her feels completely different from holding Collin.  They aren't buiilt the same and they have different preferences on how they like to be held, etc.  So watching Canyon yesterday was a bit of a chore.  He didn't seem to like anything I did for him!   Insert frowning face here.  Incredibly, Jarrod had the magic touch.

Sleeping in the hammock