You see, on Monday, I started teaching online again. It's nothing crazy, just a couple hours a day while the kids are taking a nap. I knew when I signed up for it, that the logistics might be a little tricky, but I was more concerned about how it would work with Stella. Never did I think that Brigg would throw a kink in the wrench.
I was downstairs working when all of a sudden I heard the pitter-patter of little feet upstairs. I walked up the stair getting ready to tell "Stella Marie" to get back in bed. But when I opened my mouth it wasn't Stella who turned around but a little boy who was oh-so very proud of himself. For that split-second, I prayed that it was a fluke that he had climbed out of his crib. Oh so gracefully and quietly that he didn't make a sound and get hurt. And then proceeded to open his door and explore the house.
Because I knew that it was just a fluke, it had to be, I picked him up and put him back in his crib. I walked out of his room, shut the door, and counted. Well actually, I prayed and counted. THIRTY-TWO seconds later, the bedroom door opened and I was greeted by the most adorable, smiling face. Nope, not a fluke, my fifteen month, one week, and one day old little boy has figured out how to break free... NOT okay!
Daddy and I decided that our best option, for now, was to take the springs off that hold his mattress up and essentially lay his mattress on the floor. Right now it is working, but we know it will probably only buy us another week of two of time. I guess in the mean time we might need to start shopping for a toddler bed.
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