The Modern Toddler

I should have seen it coming.  I mean, all the signs were there . . . the eating solid foods, the crawling, the walking, the talking, the TALKING.  As it turns out, all this time, Walt has been growing up.  (Some of you could have clued me in, you know.)  And suddenly we realized that every night we were putting a non-baby into a baby bed.  And so, my friends, it was time to put away childish things.  The crib that we lovingly assembled a little over two and a half years ago came apart like so many Lego blocks, and was packed off to the attic.  In its place, Josh set about assembling Walt's new bed . . .

The modern toddler in question was, of course, on hand to help out.

My only jobs were to record the event for posterity and to guard the cache of hardware from mischievous modern toddlers.

But today's modern toddlers are more interested in raiding Daddy's toolbox for fun toys like flashlights and tape measures.

He did "help" put the finishing touches on, though.

Add one Gram-made quilt, the full corps of lovies, and you've got yourself a place to lay the modern toddler's head.  Or to play, which is what he has been doing all day.  (Apparently the bed also doubles as a firetruck . . . who knew?)

So, how did the first night go, you may be wondering?  Fairly well, considering the modern toddler is a bit under the weather and not sleeping so well anyway.  He went down with nary a peep, but we had one lost lovey incident and one request for water during the night, and then an early rising.  But on the whole, not a bad start, I think.  Stay tuned later this month as we attempt to cast off the final vestiges of babyhood -- the diapers.  Fingers crossed . . .