This week Braddock officially moved up to a toddler bed. He lasted WAY longer than his brothers did in a crib. He's been able to climb out for quite some time, but he's been really good and just stayed in until we came to get him, but Tuesday morning he climbed right out and came running into the living room. I figured that was the only real reason for keeping him in the crib, and we already have a toddler bed waiting for him, so we made the big switch. His first nap was rough. It took over an hour to convince him to stay in bed and sleep, but since then he's pretty much stayed no problem. Such a relief!
In other news this kid is one big, fat, stinker. One of his favorite pastimes is throwing things in the toilet. If we're really lucky it's tossed in an un-flushed toilet no less. That was the case with a binky and burp cloth one day, which we of course went straight in the trash. Yuck!
He also broke our soap dispenser this week. There was soap all over the bathroom floor and somehow all three boys managed to step in it. Even better! But he kept saying, "orry Mom!" and hugging me so I couldn't get too mad. And yes, I may have milked that just a bit. You can never get enough hugs right? Even if it comes at a cost.
He is talking more and more and it's seriously adorable. A couple weeks ago at Church he was attacked by another little girl in Nursery. She bit him on the nose and when they brought him to me he kept saying through sniffles, "bite me" and pointed to his nose. Poor boy. It was pretty cute though. He was afraid to go back(I don't blame him!), but luckily he's overcome his fear and we're back to Nursery without issue. The other day at dinner he even broke out in song which was WAY too cute. And I love when he lays in his bed talking to himself.
Despite his naughty streak he definitely keeps us laughing. He's always up to something funny. I can't tell you how many times this week he's grabbed an apple from the fridge and bites it as fast as he can before he knows it will be confiscated. Not that I don't want him eating fruit, but I prefer it be cut up and in his highchair. Another favorite is yogurt. He'll come down the hall with an open cup of yogurt and some smeared on his face and casually ask, "poon pease"?
We'd be more worried about him growing up too fast except for the fact that when you ask him if he wants to be a baby or a big boy he resoundingly shouts, "baby!" because he knows that's how he'll be able to keep his binky and precious burp cloth. We sure love this cute, silly, stinker of ours, and as far as we're concerned he can stay a baby for at least a little while longer.