Conversion, Kale, Fall Down.

it happened.
I knew it was coming. But I really thought it was a ways off.
We are officially in a big-girl/toddler conversion bed.
Nothing will be the same again.
We had been playing in her room and we suddenly realized that she had very little problems eradicating herself from the walls of the crib. These walls I have come to love and cherish - even though they've been well-beavered up by her little budding teeth. In an attempt to ensure that she doesn't fall out and hurt herself, we decided to put up the toddler barricade. that really is just a roll bar that covers half the front of the crib - and it's not fooling anyone.

Sure other things have been happening, I went to Fargo to do the logistics and organization of Demographics Conference and left Matt alone for a night. But nothing compares to sleeping on a crib mattress tucked into the backboard hoping that the crying didn't wake the other one up. Some nights aren't terrible but some nights end at 515am because she's up and there is no convincing her that her bed is a wonderful sanctuary of solitude. But I'll take the nights because naptimes SUCK. See, before the crib wall was lowered, she was sneaking books through the slats of her crib and reading them at night before she fell asleep - now she has the open opportunity to go and get them off the shelf and sit in bed and read them... I think the dark of night eventually convinces her to give up but nap time never gets dark. We've pulled a foot tall stack off her tiny bed.

MJR: Those people are exhausting.
ALR: I know, you left me with those people earlier this month.
MJR: For them not being very verbal, I feel like they are collaborating to gang up on me.
ALR: I agree - it's like they have some weird bond and 6th sense.

We've been exposing E to some non-toddler foods... creamed kale, Caesar salad, salmon, Brussel sprouts, swordfish steaks, seaweed seasoning, gyros, lobster bisque... actually the only thing she's been adamant about not liking is orzo pasta - which surprised us because the girl will eat her weight in rice. G's food options continue to expand... turkey, peas, spinach, carrots, peas, sweet potatoes, blueberries, apples, bananas, pears, and prunes. Daycare has been surprised that we haven't been
bringing in as much homemade stuff but between work, lack of sleep, and the feeble attempt at keeping everything moving in one direction I haven't been able to do much homemade stuff. We also attempted our first restaurant/eating out experience with the babies. It could have gone way worse.

E's vocab has gotten more extensive - from animal identification (Elephant, cow, puppy, giraffe, bear) to clothing (sock-ey, shoe, pants, coat, hat) to other randoms - bite, messy, cheers, funny, sleepy... we are catching on to more and more.
However here's the phase we are in... that is driving her father and I crazy... everything is thrown and doors - ugh - she is insistent that doors need to shut... when she comes in a room, when she leaves a room. ALL the time.

Supper time
EER not happy with her meat.
EER throws food from table.
MJR begins to get after her.
EER with arms outstretched: It Fall Down.
ALR turns away.