Wes could offer a class on sneaky at the community center. This would be on the poster:
Now that James can get out of his crib, it no longer serves its purpose of safe place to
So this weekend we bit the bullet and started him in his big bed. Some people make a big fuss about this and let their kid pick out special sheets so that they feel a part of the process. We took a more casual approach with James, disassembling and removing the crib while he was in another part of the house, washing the sheets that were already on the bed during its term as our "guest bed" (for only one guest at a time), then springing it on him when he was already so tired he could barely see straight, like "Hmm, I can't stop picking fights with my brothers, maybe I should lie down and take a--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
I took one for the team and took a nap with him so he would feel more secure. Twice. I got two naps yesterday. Parenting wins.
By the time it was time for bed he was starting to get the idea, although by that time he had found his crib leaned up against a wall in another bedroom and pointed at it for several minutes of bedtime asking plaintively "Mine? Mine? Mine?" We laid him in bed and pulled up the covers and took lots of pictures of him lying there looking at us quizzically.
And then we walked out and closed the door just like we always do. Except this time we stayed upstairs and listened to him yelling and attempting to turn the door handle over and over. Ryan and I each put him back in bed a couple of times and the next time I checked on him he was fast asleep, cozy tucked under the covers.
The same cannot be said for Charlie and Wes, who are now sharing Charlie's room (by their request). Last night was such a raucous party that they both fell asleep and started SNORING during church this morning. Super-classy.