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IT HAS (may have) BEGUN
So a couple of months ago the prince asked for a "big-boy crib," so we took the front rail off the crib and put a safety rail on it, and he is now able to get in and out by himself. Mainly though he has not done this; he's been calling us to come get him and then getting out of his bed, which frankly suits us fine. Last week he simply refused to nap, and when I gave up rocking him and bodily put him in his bed and left the room, he got out by himself and followed me - because it turns out he can do doorknobs on doors that open toward him now, great to know - but that is the only time he's done this so far.
UNTIL NOW.
This morning, a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off, I was lying drowsily in bed with the foam plugs still in my ears against Himself's slight (right now) snoring. When he doesn't have a cold and it isn't too bad, I can sometimes fall asleep without them, but generally if I wake up in the middle of the night - and I do - I have a hard time getting back to sleep without the sensory deprivation of enforced quiet. It's something I need to work on. But anyway, I had the plugs in my ears, so when I felt Himself get up out of bed I assumed he was headed for the shower until I suddenly heard the prince crying, loudly, much closer to me than the monitor on my nightstand. In fact he was in our bedroom doorway, and Himself had got up because he'd heard the rustling and doorknobbing on the monitor and then heard our doorknob rattling, and he'd concluded either (a) There Was Someone In The House or (b) the prince had got out of bed and was trying to get to us, either of which would correctly call for our attention. And it turned out to be (b), of course. As soon as Himself opened the bedroom door, the prince burst into tears and wailed "I want to go downstairs!" This is what he's been saying when he doesn't want to go to bed; so if it's now what he's saying and doing when he doesn't want to be in bed, we may be up against it. Which may mean it's time to bump his bedtime a little later.
Sigh.
UNTIL NOW.
This morning, a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off, I was lying drowsily in bed with the foam plugs still in my ears against Himself's slight (right now) snoring. When he doesn't have a cold and it isn't too bad, I can sometimes fall asleep without them, but generally if I wake up in the middle of the night - and I do - I have a hard time getting back to sleep without the sensory deprivation of enforced quiet. It's something I need to work on. But anyway, I had the plugs in my ears, so when I felt Himself get up out of bed I assumed he was headed for the shower until I suddenly heard the prince crying, loudly, much closer to me than the monitor on my nightstand. In fact he was in our bedroom doorway, and Himself had got up because he'd heard the rustling and doorknobbing on the monitor and then heard our doorknob rattling, and he'd concluded either (a) There Was Someone In The House or (b) the prince had got out of bed and was trying to get to us, either of which would correctly call for our attention. And it turned out to be (b), of course. As soon as Himself opened the bedroom door, the prince burst into tears and wailed "I want to go downstairs!" This is what he's been saying when he doesn't want to go to bed; so if it's now what he's saying and doing when he doesn't want to be in bed, we may be up against it. Which may mean it's time to bump his bedtime a little later.
Sigh.