Do you see this face?
Yup. An absolute cherub. Able of no wrong-doing. Perhaps the sweetest and most adorable creature you've ever seen.
But, something lies beneath the surface. An urge. A desire to be, no, do something more. And that something is launch herself out of her crib.
Yes, you read that right. My perfectly behaved 21 month old has crossed over to the dark side. She's a CRIB JUMPER.
And she did nothing to hide it.
On Monday night, J and I were putting her to bed. We placed her in her crib, kissed her goodnight and got ready to leave. But, before we could walk away, her leg was up and over the rail and she had shifted her body weight out of the crib. And with that I told her to say goodbye to her crib. She'd never sleep in that thing again. And my world as we know it was instantly changed.
There's nothing to hold her back now. Her room is suddenly a danger zone. Her naps might not last the week. And who gets to deal with the backlash? Right. Me.
She doesn't look so cute anymore, does she?