I really applied myself and came up with what I thought was a great solution: put Kellan in the crib and Ian in the playpen! I thought I was so tricky, but Ian kicked his leg up to the level of his ear, hooked his heel on the edge of the playpen, and pulled himself over as easy as if he were getting on a bike. It reminded me of watching Jaymee at the barre during ballet, actually.
The last few nights I have had to resort to laying next to him on the couch until he falls asleep, but that can't continue. We're talking over an hour of getting elbowed and poked, and being told which lights in the house are off, and which are on. Not that I don't love my child. I do. But there's a limit, and when I pass my limit I notice the quality of my mothering decline sharply.
What do to? Crib tent, which looks ridiculous and would probably get ripped off by Ian as soon as he figures it out or toddler bed, which would do no better job of keeping him in than his crib currently does? I dunno....
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When my sister-in-law had problems with her little boy getting out of bed, she put a lock on his door and locked him in for awhile.
I bet cages work really well...if you get really desperate.
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