Instead of napping for 3+ hours like he promised me he would do until the 8th grade, for the past few weeks Huck has been perfecting the stealth crib escape. I have gone back to using the monitor and I swear, you can't hear a thing. It's like he's a ninja or something. The only way I know he's out is when I hear him open his door to peek out.
So we made the switch...sort of.
We've had all kinds of advice: buy a crib tent, convert the crib to the toddler bed and go cold turkey, install a hook and eye latch on the door, etc. And frankly, the options left us paralyzed for a while. Our trip to Texas seemed to stall his Houdini tendencies for a while but since we've been back things have gotten progressively worse. Until now, when he's actually limping...
OOPS!
See how crazy things are? I posted this entry unfinished! ARG!
Anyway, the poor kid miscalculated, took a swan dive the other day and hurt his little leg (yes, I heard that one), so we finally made the jump to a big boy bed. We've kept the crib intact in case things degenerate so badly that we need to retrench for a while. Somehow trying to keep him in the crib by using a tent (though appealing for obvious reasons) felt like trying to stop a natural developmental progression to us.
So, he now has a full sized futon on the floor of his room. And he LOVES it. Of course, as expected, we've unleashed another world of hurt--protracted bedtimes and 5am mischief. It's just impossible to keep him in it, or in the room for that matter, if he's awake. When he has a normal wake cycle in the night, instead of immediately rolling over and going back to sleep, he looks around and goes, "Holy Cow! I'm free! I could unroll all the toilet paper and no one would know!"
So, we've basically traded one problem for another. But, in a way, I guess that's what this growing up thing is all about. I'm sure we'll work it out.
In the mean time, if I happen to put up any more obviously incomplete posts, just roll your eyes and know that I've probably spent the wee hours of the morning trying to convince a toddler that 4am isn't a good time for pancakes.
