bed shopping

The pedatrician said once Gideon's nipple is as high at the top bar on the crib he'd be capable of climbing out. Well he's been tall enough for over a year, but never tried. He likes his crib and enjoys playing in it, sometimes for hours. According to other parents I know, that's unusual, but then again Gideon has never been in a rush to meet any milestone -- good or bad. Ask me about potty training! No, don't ask me about potty training. Please.

You know, one time, many years ago, I wrote this long manifesto on potty training and sent it to my friend, the friend who stores every single piece of e-mail he's ever received. He found it a while back and resent it to me and a few of our dearest friends. Oh boy, people who don't have kids should not write manifestos on potty training. It's a karma generating offense.

Anyhow, this past week I thought we better not push our luck with the crib much longer. Yesterday we looked at twin beds. Most of the ones we saw were either giant pieces of furniture too big for his room or too high or too girly or too something, so we looked online. I think we might have found one. Not a moment too soon. Maybe looking at all those beds inspired him, he fell out this morning. Right into his laundry hamper.

Finally my boy is showing a little ambition. Maybe this means he's also ready to stop whizzing all over the bathroom floor.