The Monkey in the Cage

Grant never climbed out of his crib. In fact, after his transition to a "big boy" bed, he wouldn't even climb out of that. I had to go get him after his naps.

Will never climbed out either.

Adam, he climbed out, but I was diligent in doing the whole "Supernanny"-putting-him-back-in-his-crib-without-talking process. Eventually, he was trained to stay and go to sleep in his crib.

Number four child comes along. He climbs out of crib. We put him back. He climbs out of crib. We put him back. He climbs out of crib at 5am. We let him sleep in our bed. He climbs out of bed. We let him play unsupervised while we sleep.

Gise will climb out of his crib for his nap, up to 10 times, and play with his toys. I sometimes will sit in his room until he falls asleep. It works, but do I really want to do this every day? I wouldn't want to have a sitter do this.

The final straw was a 4:30am wake-up call at the top of the stairs from our little buddy. "Dah-dee!" Thus, the day had begun. Later, naptime was upon us; the crib tent was put together. Baby was put into his cage and was not happy.

When I only had Grant, one child around, if you told me that my fourth child would use a crib tent, I would never have believed it. How dare someone put their little baby in one of those cages! Yet, until you have been there, don't knock it!