Ok, so the title is a bit dramatic, but I am mourning today. Mack knows how to climb out of his crib. Am I sad that my baby is growing up? That his once tiny legs that curled up under his body while he slept are now able to be thrown over the side of the crib?
Not so much.
I am mourning because I promise that his nap time was my only time of solace.
I am mourning because how I had known sleep (even with Molly’s interruptions) is changed forever. I am telling you, it seemed I slept with one eye open all night long. Misery. I just knew he would get up. And he doesn’t just get up and come to me or Josh. He makes a straight line to Molly and Ruby’s room to wake them up. And who’s to say he won’t just roam down stairs and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or hunt down a diet coke?
Seriously. What is a mother to do?
So after three jumps out of the crib last night, he finally stayed in there…all night…but how was I to know that?! Josh hid behind the curtains after he got out of the bed the first time so that he could see how exactly he got out of the bed. He is a clever little dude and waits approximately 2.5 seconds after you shut the door to make his attempt to escape.
Today I am trying “rest time.” Usually Mack is in the crib while the girls rest on the couches looking at books or watching BETWEEN THE LIONS. I put them all on the floor to rest. That is what they are supposed to be doing, but it really doesn’t sound like that is what they are doing. I will leave you with some pictures…I better go check on them…the little rascals.
We had a fun time in Albany. I will try and write all about that tomorrow…swimming, family, food, Elmo and other monsters, and the longest drive home ever.