Caged!

Caged.  That's right.  I am caging my 20 month old, wild, rebellious, yet totally sweet boy in his crib.  Why?  Let me count the ways.

1. Hiding his pacis on purpose in his room and then crying out for them which sends me into a full out scavenger hunt.  I'm still missing one.  
2. Pulling all of the wipes out of his wipe container TWICE (see exhibit A)
3. Taking his clothes off
4. Pulling his nightlight out of the wall
5. Banging his head against the door in protest
6. Endless attempts to put him back in the bed

Exhibit A

Apparently that first day in the big boy bed was just a one-time thing.  After that, we had more of a struggle at nap times and definitely a struggle at bed times.  Throughout the night, he would cry out and try to get out of his room.  One night I left his door cracked because without the door opened, his room gets really cold.  At 1 am, I opened my eyes to see Ryan walking past my bed and into our bathroom.  I have no idea what made me open my eyes, but I'm glad I did!  Monday night, I was up at 1 am and then back up at 4am.  Both Ryan and I never made it back to sleep.  It was awful.  Of course with Josh on night shift, it was just me enduring this pain.  So, I made a plea on Facebook for help and ended up with the conclusion that we needed a crib tent.  Luckily, my coworker had one that I bought for cheap.  So, last night I tried it out.  Though I feel it's premature to say that this will be a trend, Ryan did sleep much better last night.  However, I have to admit that I felt a little strange zipping him up and then walking away.  Ryan was not too thrilled either. 

I never thought I would be caging my toddler in his crib, but the past few nights were enough for me to resort to it.  We're not ready for a big boy bed!  Not until he figures out how to get out of the tent!

Here's to caging!