Or in our case little Miss will nearly fall from the crib…so after three escape attempts, two rescues from Daddy, and heart palpitations from both of us we said goodbye to the crib rails and hello to the big girl bed. Thankfully her attempted escape came during her afternoon nap and not in the middle of the night, we’re both quicker when we’re not half asleep. It’s been looming for a few weeks now, the stacking of toys to try to get a height advantage while in the crib, the occasional lifting of the leg in weak attempts at exiting the crib via the top rail but we were hoping to postpone the crib conversion until we moved but moving day isn’t for a couple more months and our barely 18 month old little girl is ready to break free. Thanks to Daddy and an allen-wrench we now have a big girl daybed:

As I sit here and watch her get in and out of bed I wonder just how many nights I’ll be standing outside her door ready to walk quietly into her room and place her back in bed. I’ve only had to do it once thus far. She gets out and then back in on her own, bumps her head, cries a little, talks to her stuffed animals, thrashes around, repositions blankets & babies but I think she may be caving.

Nope, we’re up again.

Out of the bed, back into the bed…the dance continues…

All toys are put away, the closet doors closed, books all picked up so other than the stuffed animals in her bed she has nothing interesting or amusing outside of the bed to draw her attention. She lays dangerously close to the edge of the bed, thankfully it’s only about 8 inches off the floor otherwise I’d be placing gym mats on the floor. If she does fall out it will be far better/safer than if Daddy hadn’t caught her after climbing over top of the crib rails this afternoon so we’ll deal with this but I must say it’s sad to see my babies crib made into a big girl bed. I can’t deny it any longer, my baby girl is a toddler and growing far faster than I ever imagined.

We’re 25 minutes in and restless, but staying in bed. We change positions, sit up, lay back down, roll over, move stuffed animals around and wad the blanket up underneath us but 60% of the time our head is down…the sandman is working his magic.

35 minutes, spoke too soon…open door, pick-up little Miss, re-deposit her in bed, turn around, leave, close door behind me. Whew…we’re crying now, (both of us), I want to hold her, talk to her, comfort her, but then this will go on all night every night…I’ve seen enough episodes of the Nanny to know the proper protocol.

It’s 7:45 now, her usual time to crash and stop getting up…can I dare to hope? Her head is still popping up and an occasional sob funnels through the monitor but we may be coming to a close at our normally scheduled time…

7:50pm and Abbey Jean Vincent is sleeping in her big girl bed for the first time…I now need a cocktail, a hot bath and a soft bed myself…let’s see what the rest of the night brings. I’m not going to count my successes until 6:30am rolls around! Fingers crossed…