We interrupt this vacation recap with the following public service message:
DO NOT LET YOUR KIDS GROW UP.
I REPEAT: DO. NOT. LET. YOUR. KIDS. GROW. UP.
Today I bought a toddler bed ($49, K-Mart) without even considering the consequences.
I knew it was time; she had climbed out of her crib on several occasions in the last few months, she even broke the top railing in an anger soaked rage trying to get out of her container. Yet, all the while I was assembling the beast, reading the directions as a last resort of course, and thanking the stars above that she was napping in her crib so I could swear unfettered for the hour it took me to turn 17 thousand pieces into one small bed, I never once considered that this milestone for her means a whole new world of terror for me.
I found out at bedtime, which took two hours longer, she didn't want to go to bed; she wanted her crib back (which is now disassembled and in a storage room downstairs); there were monsters; she was afraid of something; she wanted me to sleep in her bed with her.
She even visited my room, all by herself, four times. And each time I checked on her, she was sleeping on the floor three feet away from the bed.
We. Are. Doomed.
So now I can't sleep. Jed's on the road and I'm afraid she'll go sleepwalking down the stairs. (Jed took down the gate so we could have the floors refinished), and if she locks her bedroom door as an experiment I'm nearly 100 percent sure I'll have to get the fire department here to get her out.
So there it is, a turning point inside a turning point. School's coming up next month. *sigh.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming; Tomorrow, if I get some sleep, I hope to tell you more about the Maine excursion, which will heretofore be known as the school of hard knocks. ...