Jason celebrated his half birthday this week and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that he is still in a crib. "WHY is he still in a crib?" you ask? Because he's a little stinker with a mind of his own and needs to be contained during naps and bedtime.
Ryan was in a big bed after his 2nd birthday because we needed the crib for Kaylin, then Kaylin transitioned to a big girl bed when we got Ryan's bunk beds. That was well before her 2nd birthday, but she was a little angel and stayed in her bed each morning until I opened her bedroom door. She was my compliant toddler.
Alas, my days of peace of mind are over. Yesterday, while Mike was camping with the big kids, I heard the sound of an opening and closing door. Freaked. Me. Out. I was simultaneously relieved and shocked to find out that it was Jason trying to decide whether to emerge from his bedroom.
He has officially learned how to climb out of his crib.
He was beaming with pride and it took everything in me not to laugh! Instead, I threatened him not to ever do it again (yeah right, this kid is not my best listener!) for fear that he'd hurt himself. Then it occurred to me that I really wanted to see this feat in person. So I let him do it one more time while I caught it on video.
"Don't ever do that again! Oh wait, except for my entertainment..." Then I asked him to do it even one MORE time when my mom came over to babysit.
Yeah, yeah, I know: I'm not winning any Mother of the Year awards for consistency, that's for sure.
How can you not smile at this sweet boy's proud face?
I think it's time to transition him into a big boy bed. Ugh...I dread. Farewell, restful nights!