...an hour and fortyseven minutes later.....

This morning, Katie discovered how to climb out of her crib. This may or may not be, in the long term, a good thing. See, I need the crib for Tyler to sleep in. He's growing out of his bassinet. Problem is, Katie is still sleeping in the crib. She doesn't want to budge. She has NO interest in a 'big girl' bed. But back to the climbing out thing...she climbed out and I had her show me where she got out. She pointed to the nightstand. Easy enough. She hoisted herself over and landed on the nightstand, then climbed off that. Fast forward to nap time. Rachel and I were 'Skyping.' (Is that a word?) We heard a giggle on the stairway and it was a Katie giggle. I tried not to giggle too as I carried her back to her crib. She was NOT HAPPY. At all. Repeat this process several times. (Oh, by the way, I had moved the nightstand, so apparently she doesn't need that to climb down after all.) I told her she would be in trouble if she got out again. After a while, she was crying and crying, so I went down to tell her it was OK, and I found her standing with her little dress-up suitcase pushed up to the side of the crib with her hands on the side, looking forlorn and distressed. I think she had been trying to get back in, knowing that she wasn't supposed to have climbed back out, but couldn't get back in. I put her in AGAIN, and sang to her, and now she is finally quieting down. I don't think she is asleep yet, but I think she is close. I hope! This ought to be a fun next few days or weeks...