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The Toddler Freedom Act

We have gotten away with having a mini crib for a lot longer than we expected. I was trying to make it to Birdie’s 2nd birthday but her growth spurts weren’t having it. Her poor feet were trying to break out through the bars! I had been eyeing this bed at Ikea so Ladybug and I took a trip to see her in it. She fell in love and through a tantrum in Ikea when it was time to leave, “mmmmmyyyyyyyyyy bbbbbeeeeedddddddd mmmmiiiinnnnneeeee mmmmmeeeeeee lllllaaaaayyyyyy ddddoooooowwwwwwnnnnn!!!!” Needless to say I was on the right track for the right bed [*sigh*] We got it soon after and I got my fix of building something while BatDad yelled at football on the TV. Don’t fret, I ENJOY putting together/building things, I always have. I feel accomplished and proud of myself after...I digress.  

That’s right folks, we have entered the hell of the Toddler Bed Freedom Act. We are trying to figure out how to successfully reign in the freedom from the last call of the evening. BatDad and I are losing, and calling for re-enforcements. I tackled this same fight with Ladybug many moons ago, but the living situation was a lot different then. I lived in a house and was able to put up the baby gate and go about my business and check on her when she got REALLY pissed. She wasn’t able to see into my room or the living room, etc., this time it is much different. Birdie shares a room with us and while there is a baby gate on the door, she can just about see into every other room in the house from that vantage point, including the beloved boob tube. 

I need advice. I need answers. I need wine and for her to go to the eff to sleep. 

Birdie doesn’t give me that hard of a time for her nap in the day, she might exercise her Toddler Act of Freedom twice but will give up. At night, she is a different animal...and animal for over an Hour. I’ve read fellow moomies recommending to not make eye contact, no speaking and just put child into bed. Standing at the door wait for those little snausages feet to hit the floor so those little evil angels know you are there and won’t bother getting out of bed. This shit aint workin’ ya’ll. I need someone to Mr. Miyagi me...just make it happen faster, I’m tired. 

What has worked for you??