
Yesterday morning, I was in the bedroom finishing getting dressed, and I could hear Gresham calling, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I called back to him, "Gresham! Gresham!" and I could hear him giggle. "How sweet," I thought. Well, it turns out that he was calling me to wash the POOP off his hands because he had put them in his dirty diaper! Lovely! There was some on his crib and his jammies, so we started our day with a bath and laundry.
I was just thinking of moving him out of his crib and into his big bed. Now I'm thinking maybe not...




