He did good Wednesday and Thursday, but today has proven quite difficult. He jumped out of bed this morning. I know because I heard the "THUD!" and heard him jabbering as I watched him slide down the stairs. Looking back, I think I would have stayed in bed to see if he came to get me or if he decided to get into something. Ah well.
Now it's nap time. I laid him down and then left the room and then he came downstairs. "All done" he said. No, no you're not. I took him back to the crib, but decided to stay and watch the process. Just a little note: my child is flippin smart and very perseverant. His process of getting out was, I'd say, pretty genius. There were four unsuccessful attempts that caused a sudden back flip into his crib. Then the great escape. It took all I had to muffle my laughter watching him.
He came to the door and opened it. I put him back into his crib and ran to get a gate, put that up and then said, "go. to. sleep." That, too, was unsuccessful. Finally, I took everything out of the crib and laid a blanket and his pillow on the floor. I gave him his necessary sleep items and hoped for the best. This was followed by him throwing everything over the gate and crying. *Big sigh*
I put everything back and just left. I could hear him in the monitor, playing with this or that, crying a little, running around. Now, though, it's silent. Part of me wants to sneak up and see his final resting place - but I'm so scared that he'll wake up. And friends, this momma is tired, emotionally exhausted and needs a break! Sleep, baby sleep!
We've decided to turn the crib into a toddler bed tonight. Hopefully it will be fun and exciting and he'll love it. Although, the pessimist side of me knows it will be a long weekend. Patrick doesn't want to get a toddler bed because the reality is that he won't be in that too long before he needs a twin bed. And we can't keep him in his toddler bed (converted crib) for too long because Beta will be here before we know it.
So here I sit. For some reason I'm totally overwhelmed by this. Maybe it's because it's been a long three months. Maybe because I'm lonely, it's been a tough week. Maybe because I'm emotional and pregnant. Maybe because I haven't been sleeping as I anticipate the arrival of a certain toddler by my bed. The good news, though, is that this is just a phase. It was bound to happen and it will pass as quickly as it came. But for now, I think I'll finish my lunch (which is a salad, a cupcake and coke zero. terrible) and then just take a nap and wait for it to be over :)