We switched Olive from a crib to a toddler bed this week and she seems to be enjoying her new-found freedom at the expense of our kid-less down time.
The first night she arrived in our room wearing her cousin Tess's hand-me-down tutu.
On Wednesday night she escaped fifteen times. Twice into her brother's room, tiptoeing with a pair of sneakers in her hand. She found me in the kitchen another time and smiled up at me with two pacifiers in her mouth. On the tenth attempt she put her plastic riding horse Rody in her bed, as if she was trying to fake me out: See Mom, I'm sleeping, really, I swear.
Tonight Nick put a gate across the door and when I just checked on her after hearing what sounded like pacifiers skidding across the wood floor, she stood behind the plastic gate, fully naked. "Oh no," she said, "Offif stuck!" Olive stuck.