The End is Nigh

Last night, Oscar surprised us by waking up a few hours after he'd gone to bed wanting to use the potty. He's been day trained since about Christmas, but I wasn't expecting night training to come any time soon. Wyatt trained himself by waking up and getting us, so it appears Oscar may be on the same path. That's good news in one way, but bad news in another: we have to convert his crib finally.

I was dreading the crib conversion. Sometimes the only time he takes a nap is because he can't get out of his  bed. I hope taking the side off and putting up the bed rails (which Oliver did this afternoon) isn't going to mean we are saying adieu to naps.

On the good side, though, this means the diaper stage is very close to ending around here. We've talked about having a third, but it definitely won't happen here, and possibly not at all depending on how we feel in two years, so this may be the last time I diaper someone full time. I've already begun to sleep through the night most nights (although night training is probably going to put that on the back burner for a bit), so the baby-stage is quickly ending. I have so many mixed feelings about that. It's exciting to watch them grow older, but it's also sad thinking about the things we'll never do again. I'm grateful I have no regrets about the time I've spent with them; that would have made this harder.