These graduations are never planned, never thought out - they just happen. They almost always involve a struggle in which my child wants to be "big," freaks out on me until I can't take it anymore, then I make the big thing he wants to do happen.
Sweet things that ended in an inglorious graduation of sorts:
Cribs ended that way with the twins right around 24 months. So 3 more months in the crib, hopefully more. He doesn't have a naughty little twin brother in there initiating escapes, so we might make it last a little longer (please God please).
Here he is eating a cookie and milk with his big brothers at the table yesterday, buckled in the booster seat now attached to the chair.
|It's about time you figured it out, Mom.|
That cookie he's eating? Banana flavored cookie dough, decorated with cherry flavored cookie dough (sounds delicious, huh?) Everything in my house really is decorated by a preschooler. You should see how we began decorating for our Valentine's Day dinner this morning!