I salute you, Mr. Crib Tent Maker.
As of 2 days ago, Simon and Gavin both figured out how to climb out of their cribs. I can tell you, it hasn't been pleasant at Casa de Shannan. Sleep deprivation SUCKS, and I have been a monster, I am ashamed to say. Cue the Crib Tent. We already had one for Gavin, and after a frantic search to Kids Closet (a local children's consignment shop), not only did owner Jill Moxley locate TWO for me, one of the ladies who had one offered hers to us for free. God bless America, God bless those two FAB ladies, and God bless the crib tent. I can assure you, though, that Simon and Gavin did not look like the happy lad above. Rather, they looked more like this:
Strangely, though, after expecting Simon to scream anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, he fell asleep after 15 minutes. We turned the monitor off, and you could say The Hubs and I looked more like this (minus the plastic bag on our heads and raw ginger? peanut shells? potato spuds? between our legs):Ahhhhhh, Crib Tent, take me away.
It's all good.
To those of you who called or e-mailed concerned about me - thank you. I love you, and your support means everything.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Can I have a tent when I seep over after Ladieth Night? - xoxo - Ames