Tonight is night #3 of no crib for TWO. I couldn’t handle the thought of another crazy night and I set up the Pack N’ Play for him to sleep in. He’s not going back in his big crib … this will have to do for now. It’s a temporary fix, though, because he can almost drag his body up and out of it.
I KNOW IT WOULD BE EASIER TO LEAVE THE KID IN A CRIB UNTIL HE IS THREE. I’m no dummy. But that’s just not going to happen, due to the fact that we‘re having another child in a few months and I need to get ready for her because if I don’t, the Earth is going to open up and swallow us whole. Our whole house, all of our stuff, sucked down into the abyss. Do not question me.
The same abyss is also going to suck us down if Husband doesn’t do something about the weed situation happening in our backyard and put a new bulb in the front porch light.
TWO is a giant acrobat of a toddler. He needs a booster seat for the table, and a real bed to sleep in. He wants to do everything he sees his big brother doing. So … that’s how it is, and I am trying to make the best decisions I can.
Here is night #3. The picture is blurry because I was kind of frantically trying to snap it before he sensed my presence and started screaming again:
This whole experience reminds me a lot of what we went through for the first 5 or 6 months of his life when he WOULD NOT SLEEP, AND I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE, OMG. We made it through that, and we‘ll make it through this. Here is a reminder of how far we’ve come.