Matt called me at work this morning to tell me a little urchin had come into our room to wake him up. Not the 6 year old male one. The other one. My baby. The one I haven't yet moved out of her crib because she never tried very hard to get out of it, it was a safe place to stash her during showers, and because she's a constant whirl of motion whilst sleeping and if we had moved her into a toddler bed she would have just ended up sleeping on the floor.
My baby figured out how to crawl out of her crib, onto the end table, and safely maneuver herself onto the floor (he watched her do it later). She figured this out the day immediately after she figured out how to scramble up the kitchen chairs. She's also bending her arms when she runs now, like a little girl - no longer my baby with her arms straight out, zombie style.
My heart is bursting and I don't know if it's from pride or fear of the trouble she'll get into at 3am, or fear I'll never sleep again, listening for her door, or fear I'll never sleep again because now we'll have TWO kids kicking us in the face in the middle of the night, or fear that she's growing up and starting school in the fall and here were are, about to take off on this grand new adventure. And I can't figure out what to pack for it.
[Do you remember the dream in college where you had to take a final for the class you'd forgotten you'd signed up for and never attended? And you can't figure out which room the test is in? I know I'm not the only one to have that, right? Well now my stress dreams are about packing: Can't find the right things to pack, can't find a suitcase, it won't all fit, can't pack fast enough... A shrink would have field day with me.]