Up on her own

Usually, Elizabeth goes to bed without so much as a peep. 20 seconds of "no, please, mommy not bed not now" crying and she's done. Tonight, she screamed bloody murder for nearly a half hour.

When I went into her room, presuming I would find a teething not-quite-toddler seriously pissed off about bedtime, I was more than abruptly surprised to find her sitting up in the corner of her crib, straddle-legged, with one leg stuck out one side of the crib, and the other stuck out the back. She was stuck - and apparently had something to cry about. You see, Elizabeth is a wee bit slow in the movement department, and has only once before, in 18 months, been found upright in her crib. So we had a little celebration in her room (after I carefully removed her poor ankles from between the crib rungs) about what a big girl she is.

I don't think she understood the significance of our little celebration, but it made her daddy and I think she may move on her own after all. She just enjoyed the attention, the Tylenol, and the cup of "wahwah" she doesn't usually get at such a late hour.