While I was getting a haircut this afternoon The Poo invented a new sport – crib diving.
What is crib diving, you ask? Ah, it is quite simple, grasshopper. You scream mightily when Mommy puts you down for your first nap in four days. Keep up the vocal exercise for at least 45 minutes. When Mommy flees the house to escape your cries, climb up on your bumper and heave yourself over the side of the crib.
I left at 2:45. When I called home at 3:45 to tell Mr. C I was on the way home he said calmly, “The Poo jumped out of her crib.” I made him repeat the sentence three times because the words didn’t seem to fit together right. Jumped. Out. Of. Her. Crib.
He heard her crying and then heard a “racket” upstairs. He went to check on her and saw shadows moving around from under the door. He opened the door and there stood The Poo, crying. He picked her up and she settled right down and asked “Where’s Mommy?”
She fell asleep in his arms watching Wonder Pets on the DVR.
Of course, after I got home I checked on her right away and woke her to check for signs of concussion. She went back to sleep for about an hour and when she finally roused she was dizzy and walking funny.
By the time we got to the doctor’s she was in fine form, running and occasionally limping. The docs said she probably had a sore muscle and advised us to consider a toddler bed or one of those net canopies designed to keep pets out.
We, however, need to keep our pet in the crib.
As we were leaving the medical resident said to us, “Are you sure she is only 18 months? Her vocabulary and coordination are more like a two-year-old.”
Yes, she is so advanced that she figured out how to get out of her nap by JUMPING FROM THE CRIB. We dodged a bullet today. The Poo could have broken her neck or her back or injured herself in some other dreadful way. I’d like to think my dad was watching over her today.
And wanna hear the best part of the story? When I called my mom to tell her she said, “Like mother, like daughter.” When I was 18 months old I hurled myself out of my crib in a fury, landing on my toy piano and smashing it to bits.
The next night I was sleeping in a twin bed.
