On Labor Day, since I had to lower the mattress to the lowest position anyway, I converted Isaak's crib to a toddler bed. He loves it. I don't, because it means that my baby really is growing up.
He chooses his own clothes in the mornings.
He uses a spoon or fork to eat with, and reminds us if we forget to give him one.
He puts things away when we ask him to, and sometimes when we don't.
He goes down the stairs faster than any of us.
When he goes upstairs, he always closes the gate at the top of the stairs behind him.
He sorts dirty laundry like a pro, and he has the starting-the-dishwasher routine down pat.
He puts all his toys in the toy-box at bedtime.
And he sleeps for almost 12 hours straight at night.
Maybe having a toddler is a good thing, after all! :)