Woe is Me

Many months ago Ben successfully launched himself out of his crib and onto his floor. He was only about 16 or 17 months old and I didn't like picturing what he could have done to himself upon landing so from that moment on I he has been sleeping in his pack-n-play which has slightly higher walls. It worked and for these many months he's been a dream to put to bed. Just recently, however, he's started to resist bedtime and nap time every so slightly, but if I'd promise a song (his favorite, "piduh" aka Eensy Weensey Spider) he'd eagerly let me rock him and sing a song or two before willingly going to sleep in his bed.

He's been sick these past few days so I'm hoping he's just off and that this is not our new daily ritual, but after our songs he was anything but willing to go to sleep. I went in several times to try to calm him and let him cry for quite a while. After one more attempt to calm him I left his room, closed his door and hoped he would give up soon. I went into the kitchen for some dinner prep. Brennan and the other kids were at church and the house was quiet but for Benny's sad protests. Finally even he quieted and I relaxed and dreamed of what I would do to celebrate the rare silence of this house. My dreams were short-lived as I began to discern a little pitter-patter down the hall. Woe, is me, my baby just escaped his bed, opened his door and tearfully requested permission to sleep on the couch. Poor stinker-pot boy. Fortunately for today anyway, a few times carrying him back to his bed worked and he's sleeping peacefully; however, I'm afraid this is the beginning of the end! It was nice to have at least one child that was easy to put to bed while it lasted.