So today is the Big Day. We are officially transitioning little Bookie into Big Girl Bookie. We got a toddler bed frame from a family friend before Avery was even born, and already the time has come to use it.
Oh, where has the time gone??
The bed is so pretty, and will fit the toddler mattress. This transition is coming not a moment too soon.
Two nights ago, Avery pulled her first (and hopefully last) Houdini.
I was finishing up some laundry, Mikey was lying in bed trying to get his sleep on (while I’m running around the bedroom folding clothes and making piles on his feet, ha ha.)
Avery was screaming in her room over her frustration at Lights Out, and the fact that there were only about 13 books in bed with her instead of the usual 14 books.
Terrible parents, us. I know.
So anyway, it’s 10:30, and I’m finishing up, and Avery’s screaming/whining/fake crying finally stopped.
Thank goodness, right?
Silence in there for a few seconds, as if she’d gave up since it wasn’t bringing us in there.
Next thing I hear is “NO, MOMMY. No!”
As if she’s stopped screaming only to begin yelling at me for being a horrible mom. I turn at the sound of it…and…
She is STANDING in her DOORWAY.
Blanket in hand and giving me the “I’m like, sooo mad” face.
I was so startled!
I said, “Oh, my God! What are you doing out of your crib?”
Mikey immediately says, “Get her back in bed now. Don’t let her see that you think this is funny!”
LOL. He knew I’d think it was funny before I even did.
Now, that’s funny.
So I scooped her up and put her back in bed, and she started wailing all over again, mainly because it was probably hard to get out.
You guys, I’m telling you I didn’t hear a THING. I was standing only feet from the hallway. It was like she materialized out of thin air, out of that crib and into the doorway.
The funniest part?
Is how she was cussing me all the while not moving outside that doorway.
Like she knew she wasn’t supposed to be out of that bed, and she was still working through her amazement at being out. Like she was in the safe zone or something.
Oh, Lord. How funny. I’m cracking UP just thinking about it again.
OMG it’s hilarious to me.
And then?
Last night I asked her to show me how she climbed out of the crib. I figured it couldn’t hurt since last night was her last night in it anyway…and she wouldn’t show me. All she wanted to do was tell me about it. She said,
“Well, I climbed out of my bed, and, and, and, then I had my blankie and and and you SAW me.”
I said,
“Yes honey I saw you out of your bed, but how did you do it? Show me how you did it.”
Avery said,
“Mommy you SAW me in the door and I said NO MOMMY and you saw me standing in the door.”
That was as far as it went.
Too funny, OMG Mikey was right…I find this entire situation HILARIOUS and just precious. I feel like we handled it well though, overall.
All’s well that ends well I guess. I certainly don’t want to have any more crib escapes, so I am thrilled that the timing is perfect here. She’d never even really given it much of an attempt until now.
I can’t wait to show you all pictures of the new Big Girl bed all set up!
