We hit a major milestone this weekend in the adventure that is raising a child: the milestone where the baby becomes a superhuman and hoists himself up and over the crib.
I knew it was coming. The crib mattress has been fully lowered for months, and my determined child has been trying to lift his leg up over the edge of the crib for some time.
He fought naptime this weekend, again– I don’t know how they get him to take two-hour naps on a cot (!) at daycare every day– and I left him screaming in his crib (don’t judge the cry-it-out method until you’ve tried it) while I vacuumed. Twenty minutes later, I shut off the vacuum and heard the sweet sound of nothing.
Asleep? Ha. I had a feeling, and sure enough, when I looked up, there he was– my sweet boy walking down the stairs with a s*?!-eating grin a mile wide on his face.
We gave up on naptime that day.
Early the next morning, his cries for “Mama! Mama!” woke me up. I’d no more than groggily sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed when I heard a thud and then the pitter-patter of fast little feet running toward my room.
And the next night, he went from zero to sixty. A cry at 2 a.m. before he climbed out; a whimper at 5 a.m. and then he crawled into my bed before I was fully awake. Then, at 6, he didn’t even bother making a sound before he got out.
So, that night we took off the front of the crib and put our baby to bed in a big-boy bed.
But not before we did this:
I’ve got to have something to show his future prom dates, you know.
No babies were harmed in the making of this video, I promise. And I promise the mojito recipe is coming soon. I need one after this.