There are milestones in a child's life that are real game changers for parents.
And, climbing out of the crib.
Oh sweet parenting gods, give me strength.
I woke this morning to a thud that rattled through the monitor. Immediately, I took off knowing exactly what had happened: Ember had climbed out of her crib. When I opened the door to her room, there she was, lying like a plank on the floor. I got down beside her, lifted her to her feet and asked if she was okay. She looked at me, and then pointed to her stuffed kitty in the crib and said, "Kitty!"
Oh, good, you're alright. Good thing, because my blood pressure had already spiked.
I mean, Andrew and I both knew that it wasn't a matter of if Ember was going to climb out of her crib, but when. And I've always been grateful that she is on the tiny side of the scale because this day could have come much, much sooner.
Oh, but that is little comfort right now. What are we going to do!?
Well, we are going to convert the crib to the toddler bed set up. But that introduces a host of other issues ... like keeping her in bed. Hell. even her room! The kid can open doors so....
Sleepless nights are coming my way again, I'm sure of it. Just when my eye had stopped twitching...
Bravo Karma, you got us again.
Any thoughts on how to get a 17 month old excited about her new big girl bed? Duct tape or chicken wire? Just kidding. I think.
At least she's cute.
This is how Ember dresses when left to her own devices: dress, rubber boots, denim jacket and a a ball cap.