Big Boy

He's growing so fast! We had to take down the rail on Michael's crib the other day. It just seemed right. He wasn't clamoring to get out, he wasn't whining that he had no freedom. He just looked too big to be sleeping inside a baby crib.

We thought he would put up a fight, would try to climb down and head downstairs at midnight, hunting for the potato chips. Nope. So far, he stays in his bed, and talks to himself until someone tells him it's o.k. to emerge.



And, yes, the boy has another new 'do. The girl I have come to depend on was not available today, but his hair was really mushrooming out of control. There was no need to shave his head today, but, well....I really need to follow Michael's hairdresser's schedule more closely.