False alarm, folks. All that hype for nothin’. Sam Macky is still a crib kind of guy apparently, which is a-OK with me. We had a good test run though. Daddy Mac put him down for bed in the Big Boy Bed or, more accurately, said, “Goodnight!” but the Saminator Energizer Bunny was not down for more than a second. Instead he was busy running around his room pinging off the walls like a caged animal who had just eaten a bag of M & Ms. (There’s a visual for you!)
When I went up to play Nurturing-Mother-Turned-Bad-Cop, he bolted out the door and ran down the hall like a puppy looking for a playmate. I was not to be that playmate, you can be assured. (Have some faith in me here, people.) After I finally corralled him back into his tractor-themed room and got him calmed down, he announced, “Sam want to get in the crib.”
Then he proceeded to run over to the crib Road Runner style and tried to crawl INTO it. Oh my. Now THAT was something I never expected! We were oh-so-happy to oblige, and everything was back to normal in the blink of an eye. So much for that. But, hey, we’re ready for the Day When Sam Moves to a Big Boy Bed.
In the meantime we sure are getting our money’s worth out of that crib, not to mention having a whole lot more control over his whereabouts. Imagine what tales that beaten and abused crib would have to tell if it could only talk. Sam had better be grateful for that when he gets roasted at his rehearsal dinner or runs for office. Hopefully he won’t prefer incarceration because he enjoys having bars around him while he sleeps. Ah, a mother’s worries never end, do they?
LibbY