The first couple of nights consisted of thumps in the night as O fell out of her bed and one of us rushed in to comfort her and put her back in her bed. The real problem though was that during this time we began to brag to people about how good she was about staying in room and how she really understood that she couldn't come out at night. The lesson here? Never brag about your child because as soon as you do they will begin to do exactly the opposite because all she does now is come out of her room after bedtime.
She runs out of her room. She crawls out of her room. She sneaks out of her room. And the times that she actually stays in her room you can bet that she's not sleeping in here. Oh no! She's discovered all of the toys in her room and is having either a tea party or a dress up party every night which means that she's going to bed around ten and is waking up in the morning in the most foul mood known to human-kind. Seriously. I have seen the most amazing tantrums lately (and by amazing I mean "Dear God, make them go away!"). We have tried explaining. We have tried cajoling. We have tried bribing. We have tried threatening. And I'm now breaking out the silent treatment after bedtime, a la Super Nanny. So far nothing seems to be putting an end to the utter nighttime madness at our house. Oh and did I mention that there's also morning madness too? Because guess who got up at 5 a.m. this morning. That's right - my child!
|And yet she look so sweet and innocent...|