I just turned on Katie’s monitor to see if she was asleep yet…and I swear I heard walking-around noises. Owen knows not to go in…so I keep watching and…yep, there she was…the little shit got out of her crib! I had been in the shower so didn’t hear anything and Owen says he didn’t hear anything, either. Egads.
I’m not ready for this. She HAS to wait until Tom is home—I really don’t want to deal with taking apart her crib and buying a bed (even though friends have offered to help me get a bed home and/or dismantle the crib and/or put together a new bed). But honestly…I’m just really not ready for the Super-Nannying I’ll surely have to do to keep her in her bed/room…
All her toys will come out tonight so she has nothing to stand on. (I was too gobsmacked just now to take them out plus I watched her until she fell asleep.) I’ll give it another day or two of watching like a hawk before I make any major decisions (which I fully understand could come back to bite me in the ass).