"Boy Big Bed"

Paul fell out of his crib.

We knew it was coming. It happened two weeks ago. He's pretty good (most of the time) about not standing or jumping on furniture, but I was not motivated enough to be a nazi about it while he was in his crib. I strongly discouraged it, but I guess he needed a hard lesson involving a flip over the crib railing and a back-slam to the floor.

Luckily, Paul does take these hard lessons to heart and is usually more careful after getting hurt. But that didn't stop us from taking the leap (finally) and converting his crib into a toddler bed.

Blair made the change while Paul and I were eating dinner. When Paul was finished eating we watched him walk into his room. We waited to hear his reaction.

There was a long pause...

Finally, we hear, "It's brokened!"

Then a little more excitedly, "It's BROKENED!!!!"  followed by laughter. "I get in myself!"

In the one minute it took me to walk to his room, he had climbed in and out about a dozen times by the sound of it. Then he stood still for a moment in front of his "brokened" crib, with a look of awe, silently seeking answers to this humongous change that just took place in his little world.

I explained that babies sleep in cribs, "This is a big boy bed because you are a big boy".

Paul looked at me, and his confused expression quickly morphed into the most delightedly ecstatic (yet, slightly mischievous) grins I had ever seen on his face. He looked back at the "big boy bed" and gave a deep, slow chuckle that gradually grew, a lot like one of those deranged bad guys from the old movies.

He kept the manic, deep voice as he repeated, "This my BOY. BIG. BED!"

He resumed his climbing in and out exercise, and I left the room.

Here are some photos taken a few days later.

New Job!

Blair quit his job back in the beginning of March. So, after about six months of searching, Blair was finally offered a job that he felt comfortable accepting. (He did turn down two offers. One that was too similar to his old job and another that was in Wisconsin. Okay, four offers if you include the two from the company he left. That's right. They were begging to have him back, but he wasn't taking it!) We are sooooo incredibly blessed! Not many job-seekers can be as picky as we!

Blair starts working for PGE in Portland on Monday the ninth. Woohoo!!! Of course, he had to be offered a job right before a full week of interviews for other promising - dare I say exciting - jobs. But that's always the way these things go. You don't hear anything for a few weeks, then BAM everyone wants to interview you all at once. In fact, right now Blair is in Wilsonville, interviewing for a company that makes medical devices. You heard me right. Even though  Blair is technically employed by PGE, Blair's still sneaking in this last interview somewhere else. In our defence, the PGE position is actually only a six month contract position, so if he doesn't like it at PGE maybe he could still have a chance with this other company after the six months are up. Plus, getting into the medical field is what he's always said he wanted to do with his engineering degree ever since I met him! How could we pass this up?

So, we are all very relieved and very grateful here in the Hasler home. We weren't panicking yet, but it was getting closer to that point with every month that passed.

I'm just really going to miss having Blair around here during the weekdays. He's such a wonderful husband and daddy! He and Paul are best buds!





These adorable photos were taken while I was out of town. :)