Pushing my luck?
You are aware of my trifecta of Big E to-dos that have been hanging over my head for months:
1) Transitioning him from the crib
2) Toilet training
3) Thumb sucking
Toilet training is going really well.
I feel like, if he can now go sit on his potty when he feels the urge, he needs to be able to get out of his crib to do so.
So I bought a safety rail that hooks onto his crib. It is a baby step between the crib and a real bed.
When Big E saw the box, he was much more interested in assembling this, than his train table. Which, by the way, we were officially going to open this afternoon after a month of torture.
As I pulled out the screws attaching the front of his crib many thoughts went through my mind.
AM I FLIPPING CRAZY?
Screw #1 gone
THIS KID IS GOING TO BE CLIMBING IN AND OUT OF BED UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP.
Screw #2 gone
BEDTIME WILL GO FROM 20 MINUTES TO 2 HOURS AND I'LL NEED SUPERNANNY TO COME AND FIX THE MESS I'VE MADE.
Screw #3 gone
AM I TRYING TO MAKE MYSELF AN ALCOHOLIC?
I took a deep breath. This is it. Am I really doing this?
I looked over at Big E and his eyes were shining with excitement.
Holy crap, I'm going to regret this forever.
Screw #4 gone
And with that, it was done. Big E climbed onto his crib mattress and began jumping away.
NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!
I deserve everything I get. I'm crazy for trying to do both at the same time.
I managed to assemble and attach the railing even with both Yoys pulling on the rail, part of the old crib, and my hair. I'm living in a madhouse.
Fast forward to bedtime.
Oh, I hope he buys into the system. Big E has his bath, some books, and it was showtime.
He climbed in and I tucked him in like usual. It's been about 45 minutes and I haven't heard a peep.
I'm praying he stays in bed tonight.
But if not, I'll take my lumps.
1) Transitioning him from the crib
2) Toilet training
3) Thumb sucking
Toilet training is going really well.
I feel like, if he can now go sit on his potty when he feels the urge, he needs to be able to get out of his crib to do so.
So I bought a safety rail that hooks onto his crib. It is a baby step between the crib and a real bed.
When Big E saw the box, he was much more interested in assembling this, than his train table. Which, by the way, we were officially going to open this afternoon after a month of torture.
As I pulled out the screws attaching the front of his crib many thoughts went through my mind.
AM I FLIPPING CRAZY?
Screw #1 gone
THIS KID IS GOING TO BE CLIMBING IN AND OUT OF BED UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP.
Screw #2 gone
BEDTIME WILL GO FROM 20 MINUTES TO 2 HOURS AND I'LL NEED SUPERNANNY TO COME AND FIX THE MESS I'VE MADE.
Screw #3 gone
AM I TRYING TO MAKE MYSELF AN ALCOHOLIC?
I took a deep breath. This is it. Am I really doing this?
I looked over at Big E and his eyes were shining with excitement.
Holy crap, I'm going to regret this forever.
Screw #4 gone
And with that, it was done. Big E climbed onto his crib mattress and began jumping away.
NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!
I deserve everything I get. I'm crazy for trying to do both at the same time.
I managed to assemble and attach the railing even with both Yoys pulling on the rail, part of the old crib, and my hair. I'm living in a madhouse.
Fast forward to bedtime.
Oh, I hope he buys into the system. Big E has his bath, some books, and it was showtime.
He climbed in and I tucked him in like usual. It's been about 45 minutes and I haven't heard a peep.
I'm praying he stays in bed tonight.
But if not, I'll take my lumps.
I need to get him one of these. Then he'd never want to get out of bed.
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