I knew it was only a matter or time, but as the months ticked along, for some odd reason, I lulled myself into the belief that it would not happen to us. That we would be able to continue with the plan, with the schedule we had worked out amongst us. We had a plan, a good plan and we would stick with it.
Of course, I should have known better. I should have known that Ava-Grace marches to the beat of her own drum. That she does things when she wants to, regardless of whatever fantastic plan Walter and I think we have in place.
She’s cutting 6 teeth at the moment. Poor little sausage! All 4 of her eye teeth and two of the very back molars. She’s handling like a trooper and we probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for the fact that she spends her days with her entire fist shoved in her mouth. Last night, we did our usual bedtime routine. Some quality play time, all 3 or us together. Then a nice bath followed by a bottie and off to bed. Usually, she goes off easily, we just put her down, start playing her sleep time music, turn the lights off, tell her we love her and leave.
Last night, she had other plans. We were sitting in the lounge eating our dinner when I heard this little voice saying “open, open!” When I looked around madam was standing in the passage at the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs, with her sleeping bag unzipped and her legs free of the cumbersome bag. To say that Walter and I were both shocked is an understatement. How did she get there?
Without too much fuss, we took her back to her room, put her back in her cot, zipped up her sleeping bag, told her we loved her, turned off the lights and left. Two minutes later there was a thud followed by some crying………. and once again madam was back at the gate demanding that we open it. Rinse and repeat another 3 times and finally she went off to sleep but only after lay down on the carpet in her bedroom and remained there, silent until she’d nodded to dreamland.
So our best laid plans are in turmoil and instead of only moving Missy to her big girl bed in December after our holiday, we will be moving her to her big girl bed this weekend.
I’m so excited for her but also a little sad. My baby is not a baby anymore. Between the potty training, panties and big girl bed, all traces of my baby are disappearing and it makes me really sad!