It's been a week now that we've been sleeping on the floor. Well technically, not "on the floor." Last week, I dismantled the big wooden frame of our bed and put the mattress on the floor. That decision was reached when my son fell off the bed again (for the third time), even after we've thrown in more pillows than seemingly comfortable. Now that the mattress is on the floor, we can sleep more soundly. We just have to close that door to our bedroom. I haven't found a security gate just yet. If you're not from around here, you might be wondering why we would leave the bedroom door open. Well, it's a tropical country. However wide and high your windows are, you will feel a bit claustrophibic with the door closed.

Anyway, I was pleasantly awakened to find my son trying to stand all by himself. I prentended I was still asleep so I could secretly watch him. I grow all the more fascinated everday at what our son will try do. He's learning his way through the world, and I am lucky enough to be a witness to it all. There's a special kind of magic involved in those moments of discovery you share with your child. It make me grow sad at times to realize that he's growing up so fast. What next? His first step...then his first day at pre-school...then his prom...and then he'll be out of the house before you could say, "You are so grounded!" It all flashed before my eyes like a bad Mariah Carey music video.

:::SIGH::: And all this because I put the mattress on the floor.