Super Fly

For those of you that have been 3 of my avid followers since I started blogging in 2009, you will remember the day of dread that was Gracie’s ascent and then “The Decent down Mt. Cribrail”. It started a fun 18 month period in which Gracie basically refused to sleep in her own bed after I converted the crib to the toddler bed.  In her succinct opinion, I had “broken the bed” and there was no going back.  We spent the next 18 months fighting the battle of sleeping on her floor (defeat), spending all hours of the night putting her back into her bed (defeat), and finally accepting the fact that she would be sleeping with the dogs in our floor (victory?). Well the fun is about to begin again; someone has gone mountaineering again.

No one in this house sleeps! Sophie can't figure out day and night, and refuses to take a bottle. So , of course I am the evil one because I can't lactate.  Trust me, If i could I would get my nipples waxed so Sophie had a clear path and Emilee could get some rest. 

Gracie, as ever, is a horrible sleeper.  We could always depend on the Golden Boy though! Gage would go to sleep at 7pm and we were good until at least 7am.  He may get up, but he was always able to entertain himself and would eventually fall back asleep.  Until he went full blown Jimmy Snuka Monday night.

They called him “Super Fly” because he would launch himself off of the top rope onto his wrestling opponents.  When Gracie decided to go over the top, she did so by climbing on items in the crib and rolling herself over the top.  Not Gage! We heard the first thump and by the time we got to the stairs he was at the top looking down at us; mocking us.  We knew we were jobbed at that point.  But I thought we might still have some options.  I could remove everything from the crib and he would not be able to climb out.  That theory was quickly shot down when I realized there was nothing in his crib at the time of escape.

Emilee and I did some frantic brain storming and realized that the pack and play was deeper than the crib and would give us a stop gap.  At least we would have a couple of days to get the conversion kit order and maybe get one or two nights sleep before nighttime got super difficult again.  So, I set up the pack and play, anchored it, placed our sweet little angel in it and exited the room.  We have a video monitor and were watching smugly as we thought we had the issue solved.   That’s when we watched him bow his legs, jump, pull with his arms, and launch himself over the top rail.  I was proud and deeply saddened at the same time. The only thing missing was Roddy Piper laying on the mat getting a flying head butt!

So now we live in a world in which Gage is free to roam at night… And, he knows how to take off his diaper now… And, he’s not even interested in potty training.

No one will be safe; not me, not you, no one!

Keep Smiling,

Rob