Last week I wrote about TC climbing out of his crib and I sobbed uncontrollably, as I feared that nap time for him would soon be a thing of the past.
All week long we fought the battle. I'd hear the thud, run upstairs and plop him right back into his crib. Three, four, five and more times over and over again.
By Friday we were both exhausted from this stressful nap time dance.
Augie Dawgs decided he was ready for a big boy bed. I protested. But he's still a baby! But! But! But! Despite my many excuses, Durwood set up TOF's old fire truck bed at their house. The child took one look at the new to him awesome bed, climbed in and fell fast asleep.
Sunday morning, Durwood and TOF came over to my house to convert the crib into a daybed and for now we are all living happily ever after.
KNOCK ON WOOD!