The time has come. The event has happened. Maxwell took the plunge. Right out of his crib.
Yesterday when I went in to get him from his nap, he was standing by the bedroom door. "Hmm, that's odd. I know I put him in his crib." Ugh. He used his brother's bed (right next to his) as a landing surface and had thrown himself out of the crib. "Well, this doesn't look good for tonight's sleeping."
I was right. When it came time for "nigh-nigh", Maxwell kept moving himself from his crib to his brother's bed, then right out onto the floor and knocking on the bedroom door to be let out. Matt began the plan we've had in place for awhile...moving Max into the playroom. He's just not sleeping well with our school morning routine and now with this, it just made sense for both boys well being.
But, until Matt can finish the playroom conversion, we had to do something to keep Max in bed. Ah-ha! Turn the crib so it's against the wall (blocking the closet). Then he won't climb out because there's no where to land. Right?
Right!! At least initially. He went to sleep and Matt and I worked in the playroom to clean up and discussed the toy situation (hey grandparents: NO MORE TOYS!!). We went to bed and heard Maxwell up a few times in the night. He always went back to bed.
Until around 6am. The fussing became screaming. Matt went in to find Maxwell on the floor. Ugh. Payton NEVER did this! I know,I know...they're not the same kid.
He's too young and not well enough behaved to trust alone in a room, so we can't make his crib into a daybed yet. I **KNOW** he wouldn't stay in it. *sigh* What now?