Franklin pulled himself up in his crib yesterday as I looked on in complete horror.


I thought to myself... Nooooooooo! You can't be there yet! You aren't crawling yet! You don't have any teeth! You're growing up too fast!


Sigh, I'm such a spaz for a Mother.


In fact, he is almost crawling. I'm fascinated to watch yet I get sad whenever he scoots over to something he has his eye on. I am so proud of every little thing he is learning but at the same time, I feel like these days are going so, so fast.



I had to lower the mattress in the crib before his bedtime so he wouldn't climb out during the night. I think the different scenery weirded him out as he had a horrible night.

Then again, he seems to always have horrible nights when he learns something new. I wonder what that's all about.