Friday, November 6, 2009
What a Drag (Pun Intended)
Grayden learned to climb out of crib on Wednesday. It was inevitable. My other two were into a twin bed by 15-18 months and never really had a chance to figure this out. When Gray hit two years and was still in a crib, I really debated switching him. He seems so big for a crib. But I could then understand why parents keep their kids in a crib until three years old. I used to think that was ridiculous, but it is oh so convenient. It was Gray's one place where he couldn't cause too much trouble.
I would leave him in his crib in the mornings until I was out of the shower. I don't trust him to roam free. With good reason.
Our linen closet is right outside our bathroom door. That's where I keep my make-up. Gray got into that while I was in the shower today. Not only was it all over his face, pajamas, hands, feet, floor, walls, doors, etc, but he had dumped out all my foundation all over my basket of make-up. Some things remained closed and I could wipe them off. Others, like my mascara, were open. I had foundation glopped on every bristle. To say it was a mess would be an understatement.
He's really pleased with his new found freedom.