Adelade and Sawyer have started referring to Emerald’s pack n play as “Baby Jail.” At first they were appalled that I was putting her in there. They would stand beside it and talk to her, telling her how sad it was to see her in Baby Jail.
But, after awhile they began to see it as a fitting punishment for her annoying baby habits. When she is crying, one of them will inevitably suggest that I put her in Baby Jail. Crying is really her only activity at this point that gets on their nerves. Let’s face it–it gets on everyone’s nerves. But, that’s what babies do. And Emerald? She excels at crying. She’s a champion. I should enter her into a crying contest that offers a cash prize. Extra Christmas money!
Seriously, I don’t actually think she cries more than the average baby. But, if Baby Jail would keep her from doing it, I would keep her there ALL DAY LONG.
So, as I write this, she is smiling up at me from Baby Jail, and I just keep thinking about how I will never be able to think of these things as pack n plays again. So thankful, on this Thanksgiving week, that I am still in the phase of life that needs Baby Jail. I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
[…] Emerald is in that almost-crawling phase. Any minute we expect her to take off and begin her reign of terror in the Edgington house, wreaking havoc and rooting out any and all choking hazards, electrical outlets, household cleaners, and leaving a path of destruction behind her. The kids are especially concerned about how they will keep her out of their room. We’ve considered different ways to restrain her. Baby gates maybe? Confinement to high chairs, baby beds, exersaucers, strollers? And, then of course there’s always Baby Jail. […]