Right after George was born we transitioned Abigail to a toddler bed. We figured she was ready and thought it would be fun. It would give her something to feel "big" about, and it did.
For two months.
During this time she happily went down and would call to me in the morning or after a nap (never leaving the confines of her bed). But early this week she started opening her door to come and go at leisure. Sure, it was funny, but it became a game.
Sunday night I awoke to a silent, expressionless 2-foot-nothin' at the foot of our bed. Just standing like a scene out of The Shining (or Paranormal Activity- you choose).
And that's where the rubber met the road- the crib rail was back within 24 hours.
But she doesn't seem to mind!
She actually kind of likes it.
I have my sleeping beauty back, and she has a new trampoline :)
Now I just need to decide if I should try again in a few weeks, or buy another crib for George...
First world baby problems, I tell ya!
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