Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Crib-The Everest of the Baby World

Ok, so I haven't posted anything in like, well, a really long time, but to be honest there just isn't a whole lot going on right now except...

Elyse may be ready to move into her toddler bed. Why God, why? I’m not ready to have that crazy girl on the loose in her room for eight to ten hours at a time. The destruction…Sweet mother of God, the destruction that could occur boggles the mind. Why do I think she is ready? Well, about two weeks ago I went into her room in the morning to get the day started and I found her sitting on the bar of her crib like it was Sea Biscuit. Giddy up! One leg on one side of the bar, the other leg on the other side of the bar and, she was holding on to the back of the crib like she was holding onto the reins. To say that I was shocked would be the understatement of the decade.

Then, oh I don’t know, about a week later she was “playing” in her room and Aaron went in to check on her. When he came out he was like, “Mom, you aren’t going to believe what she is doing. She got in her bed.” Now initially I wasn’t alarmed because she has a toy baby crib that she climbs into ALL of the time and I figured that was what he was talking about. But when I walked into her room, the first thing that I saw was Elyse, sitting as proud as a peacock in HER crib, pacifier in her mouth, and a gigantic grin spread clear across her face. She scaled her own bed... The bed in which she sleeps... Like it was nothing more than stepping up on the sidewalk. If this child doesn’t make me nuts by the time she reaches five years old it will be an absolute miracle.

When we moved Aaron to a toddler bed, he was about eighteen months old; that’s four months YOUNGER than Elyse is now. We moved him because at the time I was pregnant with the baby that we lost before Elyse and we wanted to transition him into his big boy bed before the baby came so he didn’t feel like he was being replaced. He rolled out of bed one time. Once! He never, ever got out of his bed for anything. In the mornings when he was awake, he would sit in his bed and wait for us to come in and get him before he would set one foot on the floor.

Something tells me that Elyse is not going to be that easy. For starters, she sleeps like a maniac. I never know exactly where I am going to find her when I go in to check on her. Second, unless she is strapped to the bed, I can’t see her for one second patiently waiting for us to get her in the mornings. I was telling Mike that she will be the kind of kid that wanders out of her bed at two o’clock in the morning and will come and stand next to my bed waiting for me to wake up and when I do wake up and see a tiny figure stationed next to my bed I will in all likelihood completely wig out, scream bloody murder, and die on the spot. NO ONE stands next to my bed in the middle of the night for ANYTHING. That crap freaks me out and just thinking about it now is giving me the heebee jeebees.


That’s all I’ve got for now. I think I am going to spend some time on Google trying to find a lid for her crib. They sell those kinds of things, right?


Grimm said...

Ok, I freak whenever I open my eyes and the cat is staring at me all up in my face, so I can imagine what a little girl would be like.

You haven't seen "The Ring" per chance have you?

If you haven't, then don't. You don't want that imagine in your head.

Amy said...

Oh My GOD... I have seen The Ring and I still am not right. I don't know what was worse, the scene where she comes out of the TV or when she crawls all contorted-like out of the well. It was around then that I swore off horror movies.