Not so long ago, I wrote this rambling blog post at my personal blog about how Ethan gets up nearly every single night and climbs into bed with us. His brother? Not my baby Nathan. He is a dream. At a year and a half, he will come up to me at about 7:30 and say "nigh, nigh, mommy?" I give him some milk and he lays down without even a peep.
Until last week. This is one of my most favorite things about parenting. The second you brag about your child, your child turns your whole world upside down. Just the other day I heard Nathan crying from his crib after his nap. I was slow to respond but Ethan was like fire. I heard him rush down the stairs. I then heard him ask how Nate's nap was. Then I heard him give detailed instructions how to climb out of his crib.
Which Nathan did.
For the next few days, he climbed out of his crib about a hundred times. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I wasn't worried that he would hurt himself because he sleeps in a Pack-n-Play. It isn't a big drop to the carpet below his crib. I was losing my mind because now I have absolutely no control over EITHER of my children when it comes to bed.
My mother tried to talk me down off the ledge. "Just keep putting them back," she said. My husband began looking up all those tent things you put over cribs to keep the kids from crawling out. Since his brother climbed out of his crib when he turned one, we know all about putting a baby into a big bed. But two of them?
The Baby (as we like to call him) seemed terribly pleased with himself and his new found skill. And then. As quickly as it started, it seemed to stop. He waited until I sprang him from his crib after his nap today. It's like I had been granted a reprieve. I imagine it's only a matter of time. What's a mom to do?