This summer has brought many changes for my almost-three year old. We’re using the potty. We’re enrolled in a mini-morning preschool for the fall. We put on and take off our own shoes, crowns and tutus all by ourselves. We’re back to our sweet personality after a brief few months of terrible-two hell. We’re getting out and about and inventing new ways to feel fabulous. The only thing we’re NOT doing? Ditching our crib.
Yup, this decision is for ME. I’m not too proud to admit it: I USE that crib. That crib is my mother’s helper, man. The crib contains her when it’s time to go to bed and she doesn’t want to. It gives me another hour or so of sleep-time in the morning (because it prevents her from getting up by herself… at this point she hollers to me “Mommy I’m awake!” to which I respond “I’ll be right there” and then doze off a bit more while she waits for me… seriously, it works). The crib guarantees some sort of naptime during the day (as opposed to her getting out of a bed and just playing in her room, walking around the house or throwing stuffed animals into her little sister’s crib). The crib serves as a fabulous timeout
trap compartment if/when we absolutely need it (I know, I know… you’re not supposed to combine “punishment things” with “sleep things” but dude, sometimes you’re desperate when you’ve got a younger toddler also at home to contend with). And despite my older girl’s monkey-ways of climbing and jumping, she hasn’t managed to escape it (which I’m taking as a major blessing).
Like I said, she’s almost three, and right now my life is as close to organized as it can be with an almost-three year old and one-and-a-half year old. For the most part, she still fits in it and really doesn’t seem to mind it. Why fix what ain’t broke? We’ve used our trips to Grandma’s house to test the whole “Let’s sleep in a big bed!” thing… yeah… that didn’t work. Up and down, up and down, up and down the hallway… the dark hallway that she’s not afraid of at all. (NOBODY slept those nights). The second I swap her crib for a bed, things will change at my house. No more getting out of bed at 8:30am. No more guaranteed naps. No more worry-free nights of being confident she’s actually contained in her bed. I’m just not ready. Is this selfish or smart on my part? I’m torn. I know I’ll have to suck it up, do the work that every parent does and transition/teach her into a bed. But again: I’m just not ready… yet.
HOW LONG DID YOU KEEP YOUR KID IN A CRIB?