Big Boy

Oh crap. I have taken away Danny's crib. It seemed like a really good idea this afternoon, when he was climbing out of it every time I turned around, but now I'm rethinking the whole thing. What am I going to do when he's not really tired at night?

Benadryl, my sweet friend.

By the way, Danny's finger is much better, but it's really ugly. I have been informed by a friend that one can get through life with a bent pinky and turn out ok. That's something I can worry about for a while!