Is all of Dash’s perfection going out the window? I am crossing my fingers and arms and legs and anything else I can cross that it isn’t. But for a few days the whining coming from this boy could kill a girl. And then today, for the very first time, he got out of his crib three times. The first time, he came out with a look of victory on his face like he had just won some sort of game. I immediately and sternly put him directly back into his bed. The second time, he got out quietly and went up behind Nonnie, who was applying her make up at the time, and happily said, “Boo!”. This time he went back with a little swat to the booty. And again…..I sternly put him right back. Then I thought he had gotten the message, because I didn’t hear anything for a bit. But as I went to my closet, I heard noises through the wall that weren’t the noises of a sleeping baby. And there that boy stood, staring at me….knowing he was caught, in the middle of one torn up closet. The steamer was on its side, the shoes were everywhere, drawers were opened with belongings out and about, and his bed wasn’t anywhere near where it was supposed to be. It about killed me to put him back again as he cried, kicked and screamed. But back he went into his crib. (What I wanted to do was cuddle him and let him lay by me until he went to sleep.)
I’m now sitting outside his door to type this little story out, and we are going on ten minutes with no noise.
Maybe he got the message.
Maybe he is really quiet this time around.
Maybe he’s too tired to go for round four.
Maybe I was mother of the year and just turned my boy’s bad habit around.
Or maybe we’ll be in therapy over this for the rest of our lives.
I guess … time will tell all.
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(Update - I just went in to a little noise, and caught Dash in the act of trying to escape. I am now outside his door listening to the most beautiful melody of screams and “mamas”!)
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