We are going through that wonderful stage when a toddler learns how to climb out of her bed. All that new-found freedom can really go to your head, I've learned. Children who were excellent sleepers when they were confined to a 3' x 5' space begin waking up early, staying up late, and resisting naps. And that is best-case scenario.
Bronwen has become quite proficient in the past week at escaping her crib. At first, she would just try to get up once, just to see if we'd let her up. Since she is our fourth, I was wise to this stunt and knew better than to let her stay up for even one minute. Generally, if I immediately put her back to bed, she'd settle down and go to sleep.
Last night after being put to bed, she got up at least five times. In the pitch dark of her room she had no problem scaling that crib and prying open the door. She cheerfully ran down the hall, informing us that she'd "waked up!"
While I was at spin class this morning, prior to 6:00 am, Jared heard her struggling, half-asleep, to get her bedroom door opened. He gently put her back to bed and assured her that it wasn't time to be awake quite yet.
Today at naptime, she really, really did not want to go to sleep.
1st time she popped up:
"Mommy, I play with bloon!" (balloon)
"Mommy, where is my bloon?"
"Mommy, I hungwy!" (plaintively, as if she had not just devoured a yogurt, a corn dog, half an apple, a warm peice of bread, and half of the mango that I had peeled for myself.)
"Hi, Mommy!" (brightly, hoping to trick me into letting her stay up because she was so pleasant to be around.)
At this point, Jared, who was home for lunch, spent 15 minutes lowering her crib to the very lowest possible rung, hoping that she'd be stuck again.
"Mommy, where is Daddy?" (groaning from Jared about the collosal waste of time it had been to lower her crib mattress.)
6th time: (after being put to bed with a firm but not-painful tap on her diapered bum,)
"Mommy, you panked me!"
"I hurt my chin. My chin, chinny, chin! Kiss it, Mommy! Hug me, Mommy! Tuck me, Mommy!"
I explained to her that her chin chinny chin would be just fine if she would stop climbing out of her crib like a Chinese acrobat and that no matter how many times she got up, I'd put her back in until she took a nap. Thankfully, that was the last I've heard of her for 15 minutes.
Time to turn the doorknob around so the lock is on the outside. Sigh.
(Pictures are from a tantrum that she threw at Disneyland last month. I haven't taken many pictures lately.)