Hallelujah!

Last night was quite the fiasco. We came home from Thanksgiving dinner with a very tired child. Jefferson was just plain grouchy. Not thinking too much of it, we put him in his swing, his usual nap time spot. After about 20 minutes of him complaining, I decided that he must have a yucky diaper. He did. I changed him and put him back. A whole hour goes by and this child is going from one side to the other, pulling on his head pillow, and ripping off the leaves and bees from his mobile. Finally he learns how to sit up in the swing (from completely laying down). He starts laughing when he sees my shocked face. He was so proud of himself with his new trick, so I couldn't help but feel pleased as well. Sadly, I knew his days in his beloved swing had just come to an end. (He has been too active for it for a while, but his mother just couldn't give it up until this last straw) So fast forward to today during nap time. I put him in his crib and let him cry for just a bit. Then the crying stopped and I panicked because I thought he had choked or something. I waited for him to wake up and I am still waiting! I want to jump and sing and dance and make it a national holiday. He is sleeping in his crib during the day. Yay! He didn't even fuss too much.

His swing: (Now I can put the Christmas trees up!)

His crib (he has always slept jammed in the corner--He used to kick himself there, so now we just put him there to begin with so he sleeps better from the start):
Sweet Jefferson with blankie, fishie, and a bottle of water (he loves to play with the water inside--weird, I know)