Toddler

On Friday, Will officially became a toddler...at least in the eyes of his school. Now I have no idea exactly what criteria he met to be considered a "toddler" and no longer a "wobbler", but when Dan picked him up from school on Thursday they said that we had to start putting his stuff in the toddler room because he was making the move there full time.

He is the youngest by 2 months and from what they tell me one of the youngest they have ever had in the toddler room. Apparently, he was completely obsessed with being in there...he would make a break for it every time the gate to his room opened and stand in front of the toddler room and cry until they let him in.

It makes me wish I could ask him to slow down a little...you know stop and smell the roses kind of thing. Tell him "Hey bud, I know this growing up thing seems cool and all and you want to hang with the big kids, but you gotta take it from someone who knows, getting older isn't all it's cracked up to be. Pretty soon they are going to make you do things like pick up blocks and do flash cards and try and use the potty...you gotta milk this for all you can now."

Given this little boy's genetic predispositions, I doubt he'd listen.