J's crib

J's crib will need to be lowered. Very shortly.

This morning, he was in his crib looking at me and talking to me. ("Mama", he said. And then some delightful little chatting.) He then grabbed two of the crib slats, and peeped out between them, with his little face smooshed against the slats. He looked like he was in a prison, except that he was so darned happy. Smiling and cooing away; such a different baby from yesterday.

Well, wouldn't you know, the next thing he did was reach for the top bar of the crib side to try and pull himself up to standing!! Now, he's not quite tall enough or mobile enough to have reached the top bar. But he tried valiantly. And he came pretty close, too.

So we'll have to lower the crib down to its lowest point now.

I don't want to!!