Little feets

As you read earlier, we took the rail off from Jacob's little boy bed. He now crawls in and out all by himself...kinda.

In the morning, I usually wake up when I hear him over the baby monitor as he starts to rustling around before he wakes up. When he's awake, he usually shouts "Ma!", "Da!" a few times. Remember, the rail is gone and he can get out anytime he wants, yet he keeps shouting until one of us tells him it's okay to get out.

The best part is hearing the pitter-patter of those little feets running down the hallway to our room. He comes to the side of the bed with arms up, wanting to come into our bed for a snuggle. He looks from side to side "Ma!", "Da!" pats our pillows and smiles, content that we're both there and he has our undivided attention.

The worst part is someday, that's going to end. He'll get out of his bed all by himself - without waiting for me to say it's okay. His little feets are going to get big and they won't pitter-patter down the hall anymore. He won't want to snuggle with us anymore. My little boy won't be little anymore. That - makes me sad.

I love little feets!

(and ooh! ooh! Cardinals are in 1st! too early to be excited? maybe. short lived? maybe. So what...1st is still 1st!)