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A Tale of Two Girls

March 3, 2009

I had just put the girls to bed and was putting my jammies on when it struck me that the Little One is 23 months old. That’s how old the Big One was when the Little One was born.

Incredulous at the realization, I had to sit down on my bed for a second. The Little One still seems like such a baby. She’s crazy short, has very little hair and really hasn’t shown any tell-tale terrible toddler signs.

For some reason in my brain, the Big One seemed so much older then, than the Little One seems now. Maybe because she is my baby, she will always be a baby in my brain. While physically she looks like a baby, she is a hundred times more verbal than the Big One was. She is a crazy climber and has no fear like the Big One did. And she eats like a champ. She will eat just about anything put in front of her. Unlike the Big One who even at that age was on a chicken dino and yogurt diet.

As I was contemplating all of this in a matter of about 90 seconds. I heard a crazy loud thud, followed by a horrific scream.

I knew immediately what had happened. While the Little One is still a baby in my eyes, in reality she is in fact transforming into a devious little toddler. And she had done something that the Big One NEVER did.

She climbed out of her crib. Well, I should say she attempted to “climb” out of her crib, what I can only assume happened is she shimmied up so high that her tummy was resting on the top rail of her crib causing her to become very top heavy and forced her to fall over the rail onto the floor.

The thud, again I am speculating, was her head or face hitting the wall. Because of course she didn’t try to climb over the front (long) side of the crib. Instead she flipped over the short side of her crib so that when she fell she was wedged between the rocking chair, wall and crib. That and the fat lip led me to the wall plus face conclusion.

I think she was reaching for her Mermaid Dora beanie baby. Once I picked her up and checked her for blood, I offered the Dora to her. She said “NO!” and threw Dora. I think she blames Dora for her fall.

I then asked her if she was going to try and get out of her bed by herself again. She said, “No, Mommy.”

Who wants to place a wager on how long it takes her to do it again?

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Rhianna permalink
    March 3, 2009 8:58 pm

    Your story of the LittleOne climbing out of the crib reminds me of when I was growing up, my little brother (8 years younger than me) climbed out the crib. I told my mom I’d be a helper and go up and check on him. I went up, saw him on the floor, he was crying and all, I picked him up, put him back in the crib and went back downstairs. My mom asked what happened, I said, “Oh, Ben just fell out the crib, I think he’s fine.” Didn’t faze me in the bit. My mom on the other hand went up and check him out to make sure there was no blood or any other major problems. What a funny memory.

  2. March 4, 2009 8:17 am

    I am guessing she’ll try again tomorrow. 🙂

    I’m glad she is okay!!!

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