Yes, my son is two and a half years old.
Yes, my son is very tall for his age – about 40 inches (yikes!)
And yes, he still sleeps in his crib.
The thing is: Graham is extremely routine-oriented. And when I say extremely routine-oriented, I mean uncompromisingly, fanatically, crazy routine-oriented.
When the batteries in his crib aquarium start to wane he screeches like a banshee. When I try to introduce a new blanket or stuffed animal to his sleep routine he bellows, rips it from my hand and hurls it across the room as if it were a hand grenade and he a soldier trying to clear the field.
And his crib?
He loves his crib. Loves it. Quite honestly I don’t ever see me moving him out of his crib. Ever. Despite the fact that he can, and does, just walk on out of it sometimes.
Is this dangerous?
Maybe. But the way I see it, it’s way safer (and quieter) than subjecting the entire house to the nuclear meltdown that would ensue if I ever, ever dared mess with his sleeping arrangements.
So yup, I’m completely resigned to Graham staying in his crib until he’s damn good and ready to leave, whenever that may be.
And Rob and I have already agreed upon some house rules with regards to crib usage as our boy grows.
To wit:
“I am not driving you to soccer practice until you have made your crib!”
And:
“It’s not my fault you broke curfew last night, it’s almost noon and time for you to get out of the crib and cut the lawn!”
And also, if it comes down to it:
“I don’t care what your arrangements are at college, when you and your girlfriend are sleeping under our roof, it will be in separate cribs!”
That's reasonable, right?
