Recently Rochelle and I tried to move Logan out of his crib and into a normal bed. We actually moved him in with Reid, as Lynlee has been putting pressure on for quite some time to get her own room. He was 16 months, so we thought he would probably enjoy not having to sleep in the crib any longer.
The first night we tucked him in and everything seemed to go smoothly. I decided to check on him, one more time, before going to bed myself. It was dark in his room, but I shuffled over to his bed and tried to give him a hug and a kiss. All I got was blanket, so I started feeling around the bed. I found nothing.
I shuffled back to the door and turned up the lights enough to see my way around the room. I checked the closet next; I checked Reid's bed (a longshot, but I needed to cover all my bases). I even checked under the beds, but couldn't find him. At this point I am about a minute into my search and really starting to wonder where he could be.
I walked back to the door and turned the lights up all the way. I looked under the bed again and still couldn't see anything, so I crawled under the bed and reached back to the wall. I was really relieved to feel some little toes. I grabbed them and pulled Logan out from under the bed. I guess he must have rolled out of bed and sleep crawled all the way under his bed against the wall.
The kid is a very active sleeper. We've made the mistake of putting him in our bed a few times. I remember one night in particular, I woke up and he was wrapped around my head like a turban. I could barely breathe! After a couple nights, he is back in the play pen (we sold his crib--woops). We'll try again in a few months.
