Well, not really- that may be a slight exaggeration, but that is how things felt last night when the Bean climbed out of her crib for the first time.
I realize that she is 3 and that this was a long time coming but up until last night the crib was the last safe haven in the house. The Beaner is a force of nature- she’s an awesome kid, but she never sits still and is always getting into something. It’s not uncommon to find her trying to climb the drawers in the kitchen or sitting in the bathroom sink. The fact that she typically is in bed by 8 pm most nights and stays there until 7:30 in the morning without a single peep was freaking amazing and so appreciated. Too bad those days are over.
This morning, I was woken up by the Bean at 6:19 poking me with her tiny fingers, giggling like a loon looking so damn proud of herself. Not only had she gotten out of her crib, she managed to open her door even though it had a child proof cover on it to come into my room. I was equal parts elated (she’s damn cute when she’s puffed up with pride!) and appalled wondering what in the world she got into before she woke me. I tried putting her hiney back into bed, but she wasn’t having it so it was easier just to start our day.
I got the kids settled in front of an episode of Wild Kratts so I could get myself ready for the day without them underfoot, when I heard the Bean walking up the stairs. I knew the baby gate was closed, so I started down the hallway to let her up only to find her standing in front of me. Yeah- she learned how to open the baby gate all by herself this morning. There literally isn’t a spot in the house she can’t get into now.
Let the fun begin!