Andrew is getting really good at peeling small oranges. He asks for one almost every day and always insists on peeling it himself. I start it off and then he patiently peels it by the sink, tossing each piece into the side with the garbage disposal. He’s very proud when he finishes this task and I’m proud of him, too. IT is a good use of fine motor control.
It has been in the works for about a week or so now. This morning Andrew came padding into our room and announced, “I cimed out of ma cib!” That was about 6am. It was the first morning that he hasn’t woken us by screaming for us to come and get him out of his crib. Yes, every morning we are awakened by a screaming child, or we are awoken by one standing inches from our faces and asking if we can get up and take her downstairs. Joy!
By noon I had the crib converted into a toddler bed and we were rearranging Andrew’s room. We moved around the furniture and remade Andrew’s bed. Then we tried to get him to nap. Allison finally got him down and he slept for about two hours.
When we went to wake him we found him sleeping like this. It was certainly peaceful.