Shay hit a milestone yesterday morning. What makes this especially notable is that it was a milestone that her sister Bryn has not yet hit...
To set the scene: It's 10:00 on a Sunday morning. Ben and I are trying to get ready for church. Bryn is eating breakfast. We have not heard a peep out of Shay yet.
Me: We'd better get the girls moving towards church if we're going to make it on time.
Me: Where's Shay?
Ben: In her crib, asleep.
Me (checking the video monitor): Um, no... she's not in there. Where is she?!?!
Ben (still unconcerned): Probably Kristin got her up then.
Me (running into the hall and checking): Uh, no. Kristin's door is closed. I don't think Kristin would just get Shay up, take her back into her room, and close the door.
Ben: Well then, I don't know.
Frantic Mommy runs into Shay's room, eyes landing immediately on the empty crib, imagining all kinds of horrible baby-snatching scenarios (although who could make it into our house to do this, with three adults, 2 kids, and 3 dogs that bark at everything that moves is beyond me). Then my eyes travel to the floor, where Shay is sitting, happy as a clam, grinning up at me, surrounded by all the toys she had pulled off her shelves.
Yes, folks, that's right--my 12-month-old daughter climbed out of her crib.
What's more, she didn't cry. I had been in the same room as the monitor for the last hour and hadn't heard a peep out of her. This means she apparently crawled out with no problems, rather than some kind of falling to the floor and crying incident. By our estimates, she had been out of the crib for at least a half an hour by the time we found her. And she wasn't the slightest bit upset. In fact, she was having the time of her life, playing with all her toys with no Bryn to grab them away from her. She had a full diaper and was sucking voraciously on an empty bottle, but apparently those things were not enough to overshadow the joy of her newfound freedom.
Thankfully, she did not repeat this feat during naptime yesterday, last night into this morning, or naptime today. Still, the big joke is that she will now be sleeping in a big bed before her sister, since Bryn is 3 years old and completely opposed to getting out of her crib and changing to the big-girl princess bed that has now been sitting in her room for the past year and a half.
Ah, my little big girl. She's growing up so fast!