Closet Confessions

So a while back I said that Macie had started climbing out of the crib. It's been so much fun!

The first few days I battled it out with her. She would climb out, I would put her back in. She would climb out, I would put her back in. She would climb out.... (you get the picture). This would last anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half. I tried my best to stay calm and then I would ask myself, "What would Super Nanny do?". Then I realized that Super Nanny hasn't ever been in this position since she doesn't have kids, so that didn't help much. Then I tried a different approach. I stand by her crib until she falls asleep. Not as much of a work out as the first idea, but equally as fun. After several days of doing that I realized that it was a stupid idea, so I stopped.

Finally I decided to just let her figure it out herself. After about 15 minutes of Macie pounding on the door it got quiet, which means one of 3 things,

1. My child is getting into massive amounts of trouble.
2. My child is laying unconscious on the floor.
3. My child has fallen asleep.

I cautiously opened the door hoping that my room wouldn't be in complete disarray or that I wouldn't have to call 911 and brush up on my CPR skills (thankfully that was not the case), instead this is what I found,

Macie has now decided to call our nasty carpet floor her bed. But it doesn't stop there. The next day, after the 15 minutes of banging on the door, I went to check on her. I couldn't find her anywhere. I looked under the bed.. not there. I looked under her crib... not there. I looked under the masses of laundry... nope, not there. Finally I see some little toes peeking out from behind the closet door.

Macie had fallen asleep in our little closet (I would like to emphasize "little"). I'm not sure how she managed to fall asleep among the piles of shoes and other miscellaneous items, but she did.... and she still does.

Yep, Macie officially sleeps in the closet. I always start her in her crib, but she always ends up in the closet. Now what I end up doing is making a small make shift bed in the closet for her before I put her to bed, because if she's going to sleep in the closet I might as well make it a little bit more comfortable for her.

I realize that I might be setting myself up for a visit from the child social services. I can see it now, Abrie going to school telling all her friends and teachers that her little baby sister sleeps in the closet. Which will either confirm their suspicions of neglect or make them feel extremely sorry for us *"poor dental students" that we are so poor that our child has to sleep in the closet.

I also think that Macie's new sleep habits can be attributed to her fathers rare ability to sleep anywhere, at anytime, in any position.

( A couple of these you've seen before, but I definitely think they are worth seeing again.)

As for me, well I'm anxiously looking forward to the day when we own a home and have a bigger closet for Macie to sleep in.

*I must state that we are not poor. Nope, not at all. We have access to an unlimited amount of loans we could take out if we ever wanted to feel rich.