pris·on [priz-uhn] noun
1.a building for the confinement of persons held while awaiting trial, persons sentenced after conviction, etc.
2.any place of confinement or involuntary restraint.
Let’s call a crib what it really is: a prison. We place our babies in these “prisons” for their own good. We don’t want them to get loose. We don’t want them to hurt themselves. We place them in these “prisons” for the sake of our sanity. The peace of mind bought by knowing your child is safe and secure in his or her crib is priceless. Knowing your child cannot get out and make a mess is also priceless.
Last night I placed Baby C in his crib after his nightly ritual of brushing his teeth and loving everybody up. He began to cry after I closed the door to his room, and I decided to let him cry it out since this is becoming a trend. I want him to be able to fall asleep without having to lay down with him. I want him to know that it’s okay to be in his room alone.
So I went downstairs and was fiddling around on the computer while I listened to him cry. This is not a pleasant thing to endure, but it was something I felt I needed to do. A handful of minutes later one of the twins comes downstairs.
“Didn’t you put Baby C in bed?” he asked.
“Um, yeah.”
“Then how’d he get in our room?”
Uh oh.
I rose from my chair and walked to the bottom of the stairs and, sure enough, there stood my other twin holding Baby C at the top of the stairs. I walked upstairs to put Baby C back in his crib. While I was in his room he pointed towards the floor. “Lay down?” he asked.
Lately I have been laying on the floor in his room when he wakes up at night so he doesn’t get in the habit of coming to bed with me. I’m trying to teach him that he needs to sleep in his bed and that crying in the middle of the night isn’t an automatic ticket to sleeping in bed with me. Unfortunately, this has taught him that I need to lay on his floor when he’s upset. Oh, well. At least I can get up and go back to my bed after he’s asleep instead of having toddler feet up my ass all night.
I went to my room and grabbed a pillow. I threw it on the floor in his room and laid down. After a few minutes had passed he was sound asleep. I picked myself and my pillow up from his floor and proceeded to get myself ready for bed. After my nightly rituals were complete, I put myself to bed and promptly passed out.
The next thing I know it’s the middle of the night. It’s pitch black. I hear a tiny voice jauntily say, “Oh, hi, Daddy!” And then I feel a small creature climb into bed with me.
I was too tired to fight him. It was the dead of night and I was still half asleep. Fuck it, I thought. I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
Tonight I converted his crib to a toddler bed and put a gate on his bedroom door. I win.
Hey,,,I just figured out who you are on my fb,,,,you handsome devil you!
P.S. good post,,,and baby C is as cute and smart as they come!
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Just now?? You just figured that out now? Why did you accept my request if you didn’t know who I was?
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Cause i’m a dumbass,,and I thought you were a bingo blitz player,,,lol. I shall go now walk around with the letter “L” on my forehead all day!
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Le sigh.
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Awww….I remember those days…my middle child used to do that as well. Took a long time to get her used to the idea that she can fall asleep on her own and stay in her own bed too. She’s 18 now..they do grow out of it. 🙂
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Lol, I know. But I’m not getting much help from the other side of the parenting team in this regard…
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Sneaky little dude. He’ll figure out the gate in a day or two.
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I hope not…
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Hope springs eternal. Mine used brute force to push the gate down. The ensuing crash was not the most pleasant way to be awakened. But I’m sure yours won’t do that . . .
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No, the crash will be him falling from the top of the gate, probably.
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When it comes to parenting, wins are short-lived! Enjoy it while you can!
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I shall!
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I agree those wins are short-lived. ENJOY!
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I am so far!
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Oh, that is hilarious (though not for you, of course). Thing One LOVED her crib. She was content to stay in there until she was around three and we transitioned her to a bed because I was expecting her sister. I think it helped her feel secure. She would also scream if you forgot to fasten the buckle on her carseat.
Then came Thing Two. She stood up on her changing table before she was one year old – off it went. By two she was starting to scale the crib, so off it went as well. We had to put her in a trundle by her sister because their room was microscopic. She crawled into bed with Thing One, or Thing One would crawl down to her to quiet her down. Yay, me! The only time I had to go in there was when she’d roll out of bed. BANG on the hardwood floor. We started putting big pillows on the edge and that seemed to work.
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Haha….he’s such a devious, cute little creature!!
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He is, indeed.
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I remember those days. Good post.
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Thank you, sir.
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Oh no… thank you…
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No… it’s the only place I feel safe…
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I need an adult-sized crib….
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With bars on the top…
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Indeed.
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I am sorry to say that I have just posted more devilish pictures of your strange past…
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Hey, I can bust a move with the best of them.
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If you think that is something to be proud of…
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I give no fucks what anyone else thinks of my sexy dance.
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That is the secret to good dancing.
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Woohoo!!
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Indeed.
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Your victory may only be fleeting. It sounds like the beginning of an arms race.
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It more than likely is fleeting, but I’ll enjoy the spoils while I can.
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That’s crazy funny! Had Hubby and I laughing! Smart kid!
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Thank goodness for baby gates.
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I kept checking last night to see if he had rolled out of his bed. He didn’t, but I know it will happen. He’s got soft carpet on the floor in his room so I’m not awfully concerned about it.
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So does Baby C, actually, but I won’t say how I know that. 😉
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He’s certainly something else.
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Actually, yes? He’s doing things now that my mother used to (and still occasionally does) bitch about me doing as a toddler. So, comeuppance and all that.
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Yup….
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Indeed. They even work on the twins sometimes.
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Yes, it is.
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Ugh. Uggggghhhh. Don’t remind me that they learn how to escape! lol
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Oh, they do.
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Glorious. The ‘I Win’ portion not the ‘toddler feet up your ass’ portion.
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Yeah, that gets old. He tries to steal my pillows…
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Aww what the crap. Everyone knows that once covers and pillows start getting stolen, stuff gets real.
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Yup. Then I have to shove him and stuph. Not pretty.
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See? No one wants that. Better off with the gate.
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Indeed.
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I was trying to remember how M was at that age, but then I realized I had blocked out bedtime memories for a reason.
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Victory!!!
I fear the day when the little prince is mobile. I also can’t wait. It’s just one of those things. If he can climb out of his crib though… can’t he also climb over the baby gate? (Or maybe I’m just not picturing the right kind of baby gate?)
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He probably could, but the holes in it are a little too small for his feet to fit into. Of course, he’s stubborn enough to find a way, but it’s working for now.
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Push the crib up next to the baby gate – climb into the crib – climb down and then jump down on the other side…?
Or, some sort of ramp…
Hmm, does he have a mini grappling hook in his trooper suit?
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I have no idea. There’s all kinds of weird stuph in his toy box in there. In fact, he has mega-blocks in there. He could just build himself a staircase…
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Marvelous! Can’t wait to see (read) what he comes up with.
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Um, I’m hoping nothing…lol
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Well, yeah, I get that. I can’t help myself though – the silliness of it all calls to me, even though I’m doomed because the little prince will be following in baby C’s footsteps (and climbing adventures) shortly.
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True. Don’t blink.
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LMAO. Traumatic, eh?
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Haha. Yeah, I have trouble getting him to take naps, too.
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I remember the sinking feeling I got when I realized my daughter knew how to leave her room on her own. Good luck, hope the gate works.
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It did last night. We’ll see how it holds up.
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I was always so thankful ours were too lazy to try to escape. Congrats on the win…but is it a high gate?
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It is.
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Smart guy^^ Maybe the gate should be blocking his entrance rather than his exit?
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Um…same thing.
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No it isn’t. If you want to block his entrance the gate will be by your door and not his.
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Um…okay.
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I’m starting to think that Baby C and Baby E are planning something when they’re over at Mom’s. Both of them have been climbing a lot more lately…
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A conspiracy, eh? Not good.
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I know. We would be wise to keep a watchful eye on that pair. Together they are trouble…
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I concur. Like a doctor.
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I’m scared to transition my daughter. She climbed out once and never did it again. I’m afraid we’ll never sleep again when move to a toddler bed. Great post!
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Baby gate. Good ol’ baby gate.
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I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for the parental thing. You’re a better person than I am…sleeping on the floor and all. All I can say is huzzah, both for you and the baby gate.
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Thank you!
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I love baby-prison!
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Me too! Until it stops working…
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I always thought of the playpen as baby-prison and the crib as parent-relief. Seems like you’ll to beef up security now!
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He never has liked a the play pen, but he’s too big for one of those now anyway.
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Now it’s time to put yourself in time-out – for about 3 hours in the bedroom.
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Pfft. Later. I’m drinking and listening to Weird Al right now. That’s much more fun.
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I LOVE WEIRD AL!!!! Which song? Amish Paradise? White & Nerdy? Ebay? Bob? WHICH SONG!
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Yes. Right now I’m listening to the polka from UHF.
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I love UHF 🙂
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I need to watch it again. I wasn’t very impressed the first time I watched it and haven’t seen it since.
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It requires an open mind 🙂
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I haven’t always had one, but it’s opened up quite a bit in the last year.
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Hahaha. I love that one!
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Only a gate? When I was a tiny, my cot was bolted to the wall (I once ‘jumped’ it across the room and nearly shut myself in) and had a large, thick piece of plywood on top of it so I couldn’t climb out.
I found that last gem out only a few years ago…could explain a lot.
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Well, it’s only been one night. I may have to take more drastic measures.
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He is going to let you think you’ve won. Bwahahahaha…
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Probably. He did sleep through the night, though. And he didn’t even wake up in the middle of the night like he has been.
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I’m glad you keep your children caged because babies on the loose scare the shit out of me.
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Sissy.
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Hahahaha! Oh did you bring back memories. I use to sleep on the floor like that and I swear my son would wait until I got to the door before he let out “mom, where ya going?” i was so close…lol Enjoy your winning moment…trust me baby C is already working on plan B!
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I have no doubt that he’s devising another strategy. He’s a devious little stinker.
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That goodness he’s such a cutie pie.
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Indeed he is. I can’t even correct him most of the time. I try to get stern with him and he just gives me a look and says, “Okay, Daddy!” and my heart melts and I forget why I was even correcting him. Sigh…
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Welcome to the club! It would be so much easier to correct an ugly kid…haha
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LMAO.
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So if the crib is a prison, is the toddler bed more of a halfway house or detention center?
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Nope. It’s got a wide open front door….which he uses to get up there and jump up and down.
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Toddler gate on the door! Genius! I wish I had thought of that. I used the tie to a bathrobe to tie the handle to another door. Stupid rookie mistake.
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LMAO!
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Good for you, the gate is a great idea.
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It’s worked so far.
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Ah, the pitter-patter or little feet…oh, it isn’t cute at 2am?
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Not especially.
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yeah.. till he learns to climb the gate. ha. enjoy your moment.
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I’ll take whatever respite I can.
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My twin brother undid my cot once when the parents were hosting a dinner party… all they heard was an almighty crash and they found me crawling back to give him a toy from the other side of the room…. As for stair gates, marvelous inventions, I used to have one to stop the kids from getting near me in the kitchen!
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I have one of those, too.
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That’s good then – you’re already prepared for what they can throw at you
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Oh yes. I have twins who are older so I know just when he can and will get into.
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Ha! I converted my twin daughters’ cribs to toddler beds in June. The baby gate in the door was working well for us until this week, my Baby B decided that she would plow through it like a bull in heat to get out of there. So I took it down and told her sternly to “Stay in bed.” And, what do you know? She did. Amazing…
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Don’t trust her. It’s a ruse. The gate I had for the twins when they were that small actually bolted to the door frame…
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LOL Perfect ending! And I really LOVED my gates when my twins were little.
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Baby gates are one of the best inventions ever.
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You win only until he works out how to open/get over the baby gate…
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Sounds like the way you won was to make the prison bigger, but I admire your gentle tenacity anyway.
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Thanks!
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