All good things must come to an end. We had a good 30 month run, but our first line of defense has fallen. Elizabeth is now 40 months old. She slept in our room, in the co-sleeper, for the first ten months before transitioning to her room and the crib. She's never been a physically adventurous child and has been very content to be in her crib. Maybe two months or so ago she learned to climb in, but the drop to the floor has been a strong deterrent.
It's a new day.
She's clever. There's a rocking chair in her room, right next to the crib. A few weeks ago she realized she could move the chair to be next to the crib and we knew she was contemplating using the chair for her exit strategy.
We've finally achieved the right mixture of height (long enough legs), bravery, and motivation. Saturday morning she called for us to come get her, but as usual we did not respond right away, which can sometimes lead to a bit more sleep. All was quiet until we heard the pad of little feet into our room, a giggle, and "surprise!"
And again this morning. She's really quite pleased with herself. Time to figure out the room/bed switch, which we've been putting off. There are complexities - which I may document on AwwwClutter. Namely, the friggin' spare room is also Susan's spare room, with my stuff in the closet, the bookcase, the armoire, the trunk.....you get the picture. Add to that adult style furniture of dark wood, red toile valances that let morning sun stream brightly in, a bed up on risers (for underbed storage!), and we have a kid-unfriendly room to makeover. At least the pale yellow paint should be ok.
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