Sure, he screamed a while, but what we couldn't figure out was why the screaming seemed to get closer. And then, why was there knocking on his bedroom door?? The little monkey climbed out of his bed! Umm, no...he can't be doing that. I put him back in the crib and went back down to my rum. At this point the crying was sounding like a distracting marimba music. No big deal. Until he was knocking at the door again!! What the @#%&!!
After a night of him then sleeping in our bed, kicking eyes out of sockets, I decided there needed to be a change. I looked around town for barbed wire to put around the crib. Unfortunately, I could not find this at the market or the Bodegona, so I had to go to plan B. Time for a big boy bed!! We dropped a twin mattress to the floor, threw a bunch of stuffed animals on it, and taught him how to jump on the bed. Last night, peace on earth. He loves the bed and the freedom. I love the fact that Jen has taken back the nighttime rituals and I'm no longer puking.
I leave tomorrow and that does not make me happy. At least we're back in PGN and we'll all be BBQing together soon in our backyard. Max likes baby back ribs and leg of lamb. On the way Max! On the way!!
Much love to all,
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