Toddler bed: And just like that, we’re in a toddler bed! How is it one moment I’m eager to move on to the next phase. The no fussing, completely communicating, super helpful stage that comes sometime in the near future, right? But then within a five minute period, I’d do anything to freeze time forever. Is this the very definition of parenthood? Or more likely is this an ever evolving relationship with the only constant being a parent’s love? Has anyone figured this whole thing out, yet? There’s no way I’m on this parenthood rollercoaster alone!