Yesterday everyone was feeling better so it was picture time with the new vehicle or the Monster Truck. I believe we have future car models after watching these two pose.
Ryder can almost walk underneath the front of it without bumping his head. The tires are taller than he is.
When Ryder was home sick he figured out he could get out of his crib. I caught him trying to climb over and quickly stopped him. The next morning he and Reganne greeted me in the hallway. I asked Reganne how he got out of bed and she said she did it. He wanted to get up. Friday night Ryder decided he was hungry at midnight. Oh the joys of feeling better. When we didn't respond fast enought to his request we heard a loud thump. We went running and found him sitting on the floor beside his crib. The rest of the night was spent on the floor.
Saturday Dave took apart the crib and made the toddler bed. Ryder thought it was pretty cool. Until bed time. Then he refused to anywhere near it. It was a long night. But I kept saying: "Better safe than hurt."