And then she did it. I knew she’d do it. I actually called it last night. Lisi climbed out of her crib. Finally. Sure, she was fine, she climbed right into Annie’s bed and back into her crib and then back in Annie’s bed. I get it, you mastered a new trick. I hate this trick already. Wait, now what are you doing? Clapping? Mmmm hmmmm. Yay Lisi, you did it! That’s what she’s waiting for me to say. I just stare in horror and she does it again, you know, in case I missed it the first time. In and out and back in. Then she starts clapping again. And it’s at that point that I look at her clapping (and now cheering yay) with her goofy smile that I love and I join in.
Yay Lisi, you did it!
So this might not seem like a big deal to those who are used to kids sleeping in beds. Annie never climbed out, she just got evicted from her crib when she was 3. Judah can totally climb out, but he only does it when I tell him it’s okay in the morning (good boy). Lisi doesn’t get it. She’s not scared and she can’t be bribed. That’s like the worst possible combination.
After I put everyone to sleep for the night, that’s when I usually take a power nap. I knew this wouldn’t last forever; nap time has already been cut short lately thanks to Annie and the world’s tiniest bladder. “Just go to the bathroom, Annie, no need for an announcement — can’t you see mommy is trying to sleep?” Now with the burden of knowing that Lisi can escape, how am I supposed to nap?
That’s what’s really going through my head as I’m on my hands and knees at 7:30pm trying to figure out how to adjust her crib to the lowest setting so it doesn’t happen again. Who am I kidding? She knows what she’s doing; give it a few more months for her chubby little legs to get a bit longer and she’ll be grinning and clapping again. Yay.
Sweet dreams, Greaseball. Please forget about your new talent in the morning?