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badparents, someone posted about when what to do when your kids discover how to climb out of their cribs. It reminded me of our own escapee.
Several years ago, I had to go to a conference in Ventura, a couple of hours away from where I live. My supervisor had made us reservations at a nearby hotel, one of the ones where the rooms are suites, almost like studio apartments. My husband John (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
runsamuck), who's the stay-at-home parent, needed a get away, even if the kids came along, so I had the rest of my family drive up later and meet me there; it was no extra on the hotel bill and my work was paying for it.
The hotel supplied a folding crib for Angus, and Gareth, his 10-month-old little brother, slept with us. Shortly after we turned out the lights, I heard rustling and squeaking, and low and behold, Angus appeared by our bedside. Groaning, (why do you have to pick this weekend to figure out how to do this), we picked him up and put him back in bed. Not more than a few minurtes later, we heard him walking around the living room area.
This needed to be nipped in the bud and quickly. We had no way to lock up the drawers in the kitchenette, which contained sharp knives, and nothing to gate off the doorway. We considered moving the sofa in front of it, but we figured he could just climb over that and get in anyway. He was having quite a lot fun climbing out immediately after we put him back and having us chase him around.
What to do? We needed sleep - I had to give a presentation I was very nervous about in the morning - and we didn't want him hurting himself while we snored. Finally, John's eye lit on his sneaker and then on Angus's footie pajamas, which were a bit too big for him. John took the lace out of his shoe, and then tied it one end to each of Angus's pajama toes. There was about eight inches of string between his pajama feet and his feet inside the pajamas still had plenty of room. When we put him back in his crib, he could still walk around if he wanted to stand up, but he could not lift his leg to get it over the side. He finally gave up and went to sleep, and we could, too.
I told my dad this later and he found it quite funny, but I told him to be careful about telling it to anyone else. Sure enough, he had to tell one of the check out clerks at the grocery store, who did not find it funny at all (pajama toes, not real toes!). I think she wanted to report us. I knew you guys would understand, though.
badparents, someone posted about when what to do when your kids discover how to climb out of their cribs. It reminded me of our own escapee.Several years ago, I had to go to a conference in Ventura, a couple of hours away from where I live. My supervisor had made us reservations at a nearby hotel, one of the ones where the rooms are suites, almost like studio apartments. My husband John (
runsamuck), who's the stay-at-home parent, needed a get away, even if the kids came along, so I had the rest of my family drive up later and meet me there; it was no extra on the hotel bill and my work was paying for it.The hotel supplied a folding crib for Angus, and Gareth, his 10-month-old little brother, slept with us. Shortly after we turned out the lights, I heard rustling and squeaking, and low and behold, Angus appeared by our bedside. Groaning, (why do you have to pick this weekend to figure out how to do this), we picked him up and put him back in bed. Not more than a few minurtes later, we heard him walking around the living room area.
This needed to be nipped in the bud and quickly. We had no way to lock up the drawers in the kitchenette, which contained sharp knives, and nothing to gate off the doorway. We considered moving the sofa in front of it, but we figured he could just climb over that and get in anyway. He was having quite a lot fun climbing out immediately after we put him back and having us chase him around.
What to do? We needed sleep - I had to give a presentation I was very nervous about in the morning - and we didn't want him hurting himself while we snored. Finally, John's eye lit on his sneaker and then on Angus's footie pajamas, which were a bit too big for him. John took the lace out of his shoe, and then tied it one end to each of Angus's pajama toes. There was about eight inches of string between his pajama feet and his feet inside the pajamas still had plenty of room. When we put him back in his crib, he could still walk around if he wanted to stand up, but he could not lift his leg to get it over the side. He finally gave up and went to sleep, and we could, too.
I told my dad this later and he found it quite funny, but I told him to be careful about telling it to anyone else. Sure enough, he had to tell one of the check out clerks at the grocery store, who did not find it funny at all (pajama toes, not real toes!). I think she wanted to report us. I knew you guys would understand, though.
