"My Little Dare Devil"

When we moved into our new house over the weekend, we inherited some hand-me-down furniture, including a new King-size bed. I absolutely love it!

If you were to read my previous blog post "I want my own bed", you'd know we were having issues before. Well, it turns out that a bigger bed made all the difference.

We noticed the very first night that there was room in our bed for my husband and I, the baby when he was nursing, the two year old that wouldn't stay in her bed in the middle of the night, and the cat who would inevitably join us! Wow!

So, what does this have to do with Scotland? Well, the benefit of our old bed, was that it was just a couple mattresses on the floor. That was a convenient height for both of our children to easily climb up and down. Falling off the bed was also not a big deal.

Our new bed has an actual bed frame, and sits much higher off the ground. This hasn't posed too much of a problem for my 2yr old. But, my 9mo old can certainly not get up and down by himself. This is very frustrating for us.

I still do not know what the best solution is. But here is my point:

I was lying in bed after nursing, and my 9mo old was crawling around, looking for toys or mischief. He apparently decided to get down on the floor. Instead of falling and getting hurt, which previous experience had taught him was no fun, he tried a more daring approach.

Scotland crawled to the edge of the bed, peered over to get his bearings. Then swung his legs over the edge. I, of course, panicked that he would get hurt. Before I could come to his rescue, I noticed he wasn't falling. He was holding himself up by gripping onto the bedding.

He stayed suspended in midair, gripping the bedding, his body facing the bed. He totally paused with a "Hey, Mom! Look at me!" grin on his face. Then slid down the blankets to the floor with a safe gentle bump. After a brief moment to revel in his own genius, he crawled off in search of more fun.

I sat there, amazed.

But, with nothing else to do, lay back down and relaxed. As I kept a sleepy watch over my toddling son, I couldn't help but feel thankful that he is starting to be able to take care of himself.

One day, I won't have to keep a constant vigil over him. I long for that freedom! But, I'll try to remember to enjoy these small moments for now. *grins*