If you haven't already guessed by the title yet...
Aiden got out of his crib today! Yes! I know, I thought we still had oh, maybe six more months or so (I was hoping anyway), before we had to move into the "big boy" bed. But, nope, that little stinker got out of there without me even knowing. This is what happened this afternoon:
I laid
Aiden down for his nap around 2:00pm. He wasn't asleep, but was pretty tired due to not having taken a nap yesterday and already had had a full day of shopping and an Easter egg hunt. So, he looked sleepy when I left his room and didn't make a peep, so I figured he drifted right off to sleep. Shannon was gone getting his haircut,
Poppi was taking a nap, the TV was off, and I was checking emails so the house was pretty quiet. Then I heard one of the doors upstairs being shut - it wasn't too loud, but loud enough for me to realize that it wasn't a "normal" noise an old house might make. (Side note: we don't close
Aiden's bedroom door completely, but do pull it tight enough to where you can't peek in through a crack).
So my first instinct was instant panic and that there must be an intruder in our house! I never in a million years thought
Aiden wasn't sleeping or would have crawled out of his bed. No, I always go straight for the intruder! So my heart is pounding, I'm shaking, thinking "what do I do"? Do I call Shannon? Do I call 911? So I run to the bottom of the stairs when I hear the bedroom door quietly opening. By now I am really freaked out! I grab the phone, thinking maybe I could poke the intruders eye out with the hard plastic 2" antennae thing on the end?!?! All I am really thinking, is Be Brave! I have to get my kid! (At this point, I seriously still thought someone might be upstairs!!). So as I am hurrying up the stairs, I then hear this little
pitter patter of two small feet running across the hardwood floors. Only then do I finally put two and two together and realize that
Aiden was not sleeping and got out of his crib! I open his bedroom door (still shaking from my previous thoughts, but also so relived that he is okay), and see my sweet little boy looking up at me with this sheepish grin and he says, "I get out bed" "my knee hurts" "I pooped".
So, yes he had pooped (we are working on potty training too), and he must have hurt his knee getting out of bed. So after the diaper change, we discussed how we have to stay in our bed to sleep, that it isn't safe to get out without mommy or daddy's help, etc. Blah blah blah blah is all he heard because I laid him back down and watched through the slight crack in his bedroom door after I left, and he tried to do it again! He just held onto the end of the bed, flung one leg up on the side and then I rushed in in disbelief and feared he really could hurt himself! So, this time he is either mad at me or
embarrassed for getting caught, but he cries as I leave the room. I am thinking surely he is tired and will cry himself to sleep or wear himself out. Nope, he goes for a third time. This time I go in and just take him out realizing that today is going to be another "no nap" day.
So this afternoon we went furniture shopping for a "big boy" bed, but still haven't found one. Shannon and I can't believe how in the past four or five days our child has changed so quickly in front of our eyes. His sentences are so much clearer and have so much more purpose, he talks so much more, asks lots of questions, and is taller too!!! So, lets keep our fingers crossed that he will hopefully stay in his bed until we get the big boy bed ordered and delivered! Changes really seem to happen more quickly at this age and need more immediate attention sometimes.
This picture is from April 2007, almost one year ago already. Time really truly does go by so fast when you are having fun!!!
