Her Reign of Terror..

Ladies and gentlemen, 

Her reign of terror is over. 

Yes, after four days of chaos at nap time and bed time this beautiful box came in the mail. 

The crib tent had arrived. 

And before you get all judgmental on me let me just assure you that once a kid learns to crawl out of the crib they will choose to do so at very inopportune times. 

We learned this when the first minion was 18 months old. 

I woke up at two am to the sounds of a 'robber' creating havoc in our house. Upon further investigation I found our child sitting on the stairs eating a banana - with the skin still on. 

She was participating in the same sort of shenanigans. Crib parties at one am and the like. 

Oh, she was all smiles while I was putting the tent together.

"Yeah! Tents are fun."

The novelty wore off once she realized I was going to zip her up in it at night. 

"Crib tents are a stupid idea."

"I'm not even tired."

"Does this look like a tired face to you?"

"Well, it's not. Trying to zip me up in a crib tent. It's a dang travesty."

Or something like that. 

Sweet sleep with the knowledge that my child is safe and sound in her crib...how I've missed you.