Big Girl Bed

So I woke up this morning to Daddy gasping in surprise. He was surprised by your sudden appearance in our bedroom at 5:30 a.m. You woke up, and without a peep (we have the monitor on, remember!) got out of bed, came down the hall (still no fix for your doorknob), pushed our door open and climbed into bed with us. Not a peep. Grand. As long as all you do is come into our bedroom, that's fine, but I admit I'm concerned you'll start wandering the house. More babyproofing in our future, I fear. But you can get into things you couldn't before - like the darned refrigerator! I can just envision you hopping out of bed, wandering to the kitchen and helping yourself to the jug of milk. Welcome to childhood, right?

So, now I have to make a decision... I can fix your doorknob so I can shut it and you can't get out, which means that when you wake up I have to come and get you. And you seem to be waking earlier, which is a bit annoying. Or, I can leave things as they are and let you have control over where you go and what you do. That means I run the risk of having you playing with the TV, the piano, the refrigerator, etc. etc. etc. Hmmm.

Oh, and no luck getting you to fall asleep in your own bed since that first night. We're back to the fall-asleep-on-the-couch routine we're all used to. I still want to change that one.