So, Zac was away this weekend playing dungeons and dragons with some pals, and of course, Quinn decided this was the weekend (when I was all alone) to start to climb out of his crib. My heart nearly stopped when I went in to check on him in the crib, while trying to get him to nap, and I saw his little foot on top of the rail. The rest of the day involved panic, no naps, and a sleepless night for me as I stayed awake wondering if he'd fall out of the crib.
I really don't think Quinn is ready for a big boy bed. I read somewhere that a child needs to have some understanding of the "invisible boundaries" of a bed, i.e. that the bed is a place, that you can be in bed or out of bed, etc. I'm not sure Quinn is there yet. So the next day I bought a crib tent and assembled it all by myself while Quinn tried to impale himself on the poles. It seems to do the job, at least for now. At first the tent seemed to alternately amuse and frustrate him, but I think he's getting used to it. Sadly, I know it's just a stop-gap measure until Big Boy Bed Day comes.
I am so sorry..... - OH MY! Where does the time go? I have not posted since October and we are almost through with March. I can't make up for lost time but I can tell you wh...
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