(Hello people! We are sort-of alive!)
The night before we went on vacation, the J-man hit a milestone: he learned to climb out of his crib. He learned it so well that he did it until 3 AM, when he finally collapsed into sleep… and then so did we, because he hasn’t yet learned to climb back in. (I was up 3 1/2 hours later to get ready to leave, and let me tell you, driving a 7-hour drive that turned into a 9 1/2-hour drive with a crying baby on 3 1/2 hours sleep is bad.) The way we found out he knew how to climb out of his crib? Tim turned on the video monitor to take a last look at the J-man for the night, and said, “Where’s our son?” We searched FRANTICALLY, and ended up finding him curled up in his closet, door closed, stuff piled on him. ACK!
So now we have this problem – he likes his crib, and he likes sleeping in it. But he also likes climbing out, and then can’t get back in.
Scene: Bedtime for J-man
Having just closed the door to the J-man’s room after setting him in his crib, Mary runs into our bedroom where the video monitor (very old, WIRED, monitor is the size of an old Mac Classic and sits on Mary’s dresser) is already turned on. As soon as Mary sees the J-man hike his leg to the top of the crib side, she RUNS back to his room and opens the door…and the J-man plops back down. *cue innocent whistling sound effect* Mary says “Good Night” and closes the door.
The J-man makes lots of noise, rustling around in his crib, standing up, and propping the same leg over the side of the crib. Mary RUNS back to his room and opens the door… and the J-man plops back down. Mary says “Good Night” and closes the door.
The J-man looks all around, trying to figure out how Mama knows he is trying to get out of the crib. He stealthily stands up, quietly eases his leg up over the side of the crib… and BAM – Mary opens the door! The J-man plops back down innocently, and looks over as if to say, “Who, me?” Mary says “Good Night” and closes the door.
Repeat one of those 3 vignettes.
End Scene: J-man is sleeping
Of course, the whole time I’m trying not to laugh out loud (we do snicker quietly), because the J-man really is confused as to how we know when he’s climbing out.
We’ve gotten better at it. Tonight I only had to run in 3 times total. (Of course, now that I’ve written this, tomorrow night I’ll be there for 2 hours running back and forth.)
We still haven’t decided whether to just change the crib over into a toddler bed (but the J-man tends to fall out – not that falling out wakes him!), try a crib tent (he’s almost 5; I think he could tear one of those to pieces the first night), or just make the jump to a big bed (again with the falling out issue). (Also, could I write more parenthetically?)
In the meantime, I’m getting my exercise just running up and down the hall.
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