Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jun 6, 2013 7:55:39 GMT -5
I was getting dressed this morning. Cambria wandered over, a fistfull of sharpies and pens in one hand and Kristen's Barbie pieces in the other. Kristen was still fast asleep. She's learned how to get out of the crib. Help me Tom Cruise. Obviously, Kristen and I will be completely reorganizing their room and putting all of Kristen's little things UP and away.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
LOL. I had panic attacks when DS #1 figured out how to get out. He'd do it right in front of me with a shit eating grin. So one night I was like "fuck it, you're just going to climb out anyway" and converted the crib to a toddler bed. At least he didn't behave like his sister and come upstairs then just stand next to the bed staring at us like the girl from the movie the ring; he'd just move to the couch.
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jun 6, 2013 8:08:30 GMT -5
Kristen only did it once, screamed her head off, and never gave us a problem again. She threw a bitch fit when we finally put her in a toddler bed at FOUR YEARS OLD. SCREAMING, WAILING, "AH WAAAAAHNT MAH CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIB" through hyperventilation.
THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.
I think we'll just set the toddler bed up tonight while we're reorganizing. Might as well!
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Ugh. dD did that except it was the middle of the night and she'd climbed out of her crib and onto her changing table and then realized she couldn't get down so I got a 'mama help' walked in her room expecting she'd lost her stuffed animal and found that.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jun 6, 2013 19:44:34 GMT -5
Update: THE BIRD HAS LEFT THE NEST.
Kristen and I worked all night, reorganizing and cleaning and throwing away (that girl is a pack rat). At the end of the night, I was satisfied with safety, but still wanted to rearrange the furniture before I set up the toddler bed. I put her in the crib and she thwomped right back out and laughed her head off.
I set the bed up and had a long talk with her about staying in bed like a big girl or she'd have the baby crib back. Then I sat the pack n' play at the foot of her bed, very ominously. She's been all smiley and proud and has been very carefully laying in bed.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Jun 7, 2013 10:09:22 GMT -5
She slept all night. While Jason was in the bathroom getting ready at 6, she tried to open the door and come in. He took her back to bed and covered her up, and she laid there smiling at him until he left. She got up again at 7 and woke Kristen up and they played until I got up.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby