Because this crazy Houdini one and a half year old figured out how to climb out of his crib.
Megan was reading in our bedroom one morning last week, enjoying rare quiet after I went off to work (Jonas usually wakes up with the alarm in the morning). She heard footsteps, thought that they sounded a little loud for our cat (even though he is putting on the pounds), and looked up to find Jonas. Acting as if everything was normal. Crazy little dude.
I put him in his crib when I got home to spy on him and see how he did it. He wedged his foot in between the bars so he could push himself up. I tried putting socks on him to reduce the friction he could muster, but he just used his upper body strength to pull himself up over the bars and slowly lower himself down. This tiny little dude is STRONG.
We switched his bed to toddler bed mode immediately.
We also decided we have to lock his door from the outside at night. This is controversial, because it’s a hazard in the event of a fire, but the lock was already there (our creepy old house has tons of locks in weird places) and we couldn’t think of another immediate solution to prevent him from wandering around at night (a far more likely dangerous scenario). He can open his door and the door to downstairs. He can push around furniture to reach things in high places. There’s nothing to stop him from being able to ninja downstairs while we’re sleeping, where he could easily figure out how to play with knives–or worse, get out of the house.
We’re planning on installing a safer alarm system that goes off when his door opens so we don’t have to use the lock, but the lock is the safest option for now.
The transition went pretty smoothly, overall. There were a few nap times when we opened his door to check on him, only to find something like the above. He would definitely play in there until he wore himself completely out for the first few days. We moved his nap time back a little so that he’s really tuckered out by the time he goes down, and that knocked out that issue! He’s really good at going to bed at night: we read to him, give him kisses, say a few soft words and leave. He might cry for a second in protest (which is more of a whine, really), but he’s been staying in his bed and sleeping well.
The transition to toddler bed was easy with Eliza, too. We moved into our first apartment when she was about Jonas’s age, so we thought we’d just make all of the changes at once and switch her to the toddler bed. She fell asleep crying in front of her door for the first two nights, but was always fine after that.
Thankfully for our sanity, Jonas is following in E’s footsteps. We’ve heard from Twitter and Instagram friends that the “cry it out for a few days” / “self sooth” method doesn’t work for everyone, but we sure are glad it works for us.