A few days ago we put the good old mesh bumper back in his bed. About 2 1/2 minutes after closing his door for his nap he started complaining and when I went into his room the bumper was on the floor. Both sides of it. It has man-strength velcro. I wanted to say, "Okay well now if you get your foot stuck it's your own fault...momma tried to help you but you thwarted her plan so you are on your own buddy." The problem is that he is too young to rationalize what that means and all he hears is, "Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah..." (Charlie Brown teacher voice.) And all he knows is that he is hurt and momma doesn't come to help him. Then I feel a little abusive so drastic times call for drastic measures. I sewed his little bumper onto his bed. I let him watch thinking maybe that would ease the trauma. For the most part he views this as me sewing him into his bed and what fun is there in that? No poking feet/blankets/balls/stuffed animals through anymore...You should have heard him whining.
This morning when Sean went to get him he told me Ty had gotten the box of wipes off the table (how??) and into his bed and had a yard sale with them. He is determined to show me how creative he is with his crib activities. I want to wring his little neck but A) I love him and all of God's creatures and certainly do not want to cause him harm and B) it's kinda funny.