A while back, in preparation for biting the bullet and just potty training already, we took the front railing off Little’s crib and converted it to a toddler bed. She was a little nervous the first night, so Big graciously agreed to sleep on her floor. For about two hours they alternated slamming out of the room and running downstairs to complain that the other one was preventing them from going to sleep. Little’s feeling the freedom now. I have been putting a gate at the top of the stairs so she can’t get up in the middle of the night and eat all the ice cream while placing bids on eBay.
The other night we went upstairs to do the final tuck-in before we went to bed and she had FALLEN OUT and was sound asleep on the floor. Is it mean that it was funny? We were laughing so hard, I thought we would wake her up.
I was all, “Oh – I guess that’s what that big thump was.”