Number 5 and Number 6 share a room. My husband usually puts them to bed at night. I get them up in the morning.
Number 5 usually wakes up around 6:00. I get her out of their room and bring her downstairs so she does not wake up Number 6, who, thankfully, sleeps until around 8.
In the past few months, Number 6 has had some really random things in his crib when I’ve gone up to get him. First it was a Fisher-Price silo. Then it was about 5 (large) stuffed animals. One morning, there were about 12 books in there, and another there was a Fisher-Price barn along with some farm animals. The last one was an entire container of Lincoln Logs. A big one.
I was starting to get really pissed at my husband. What the hell is he putting all that shit in there for? I mean, Number 6 can throw some pretty good fits, but this is going to create a seriously difficult problem that will not be fun to undo…
I finally said something to my husband after the Lincoln Logs.
Well, it turns out the toy fairy is not my husband. It’s Number 5. She’s been getting out of her crib at night and giving Number 6 toys because, “He’s not happy.”
Apparently he’s not happy about how he is accessorized, because this is what he looked like yesterday morning when I got him up.
Well, he does look happy….
At least she’s looking out for him, right?
Does it scare you to death that she’s climbing out of her crib?
You’re right Jill. At least she’s not beating the crap out of him. As far as climbing out of the crib goes, she’s like a little cirque de soleil performer. I’m not worried at all, but we are in the process of building her a big girl bed 🙂