A few nights ago, I put the boy in his crib at his normal bedtime. He went down easy enough, without a fuss.
I joined my husband on the couch to watch Friends while the Little Lady played on the floor with Play-Doh.
Then it happened.
There was a knock on the door of his bedroom. From inside the room.
Life as I knew it, flashed before my eyes.
Gone were the worry-free days of putting my youngest to bed knowing the only damage he could do was throw his pacifier across the room.
We were suddenly faced with some decisions.
Is it time for a toddler bed?
Do we put a lock on his door so he doesn’t roam freely throughout the house? There are too many things for him to get into outside his room. What’s worse, he would likely climb the stairs looking for us, in the dark.
Do we start leaving lights on?
Do we need to obsessively make sure both bathroom doors are shut every night so he won’t drink from the toilet? Right now we can rest easy because he doesn’t know how to open doors, but that won’t last much longer.
We caught his escape on video on the monitor the next night. Although he fell on his landing, I still can’t help but be impressed with the amount of control he has getting to the floor. I feel an odd sense of pride watching him.
Sure, we have some decisions to make and changes on the horizon, but there is a perk. I got to sleep in this morning! When he woke up, he climbed out, moved his chair under the light switch, turned it on, and entertained himself for at least a half hour. I almost felt rested.
What did you do when your kiddo climbed out of their crib? Did you switch to a big bed right away, or hold off?