So last night bedtime was difficult.
I'm not sure what it was, but Ellie was just not interested in staying in bed. I was trying really hard to stick with our "silently walk her back to bed" routine, but I was losing patience. Nick was working late, so I was fighting this bedtime battle on my own.
I needed a mommy break, so I put the baby gate up. She could still open her door, but she couldn't leave her room. I explained to her that big girls stay in bed at bedtime. Until she learned to be a big girl and stay in bed, the baby gate was going to have to stay up.
(For the record, I took it down after she fell asleep.)
When Nick got home at 11:00pm, Ellie was still awake.
I was doing my best to ignore her constant requests for
a snack, or a drink, or a different book, or a new toy. She had eaten a good dinner, she had a drink before bed (at 8:30pm). She was fine, just trying her hardest to stay awake.
She also has a new tactic where she says she pooped and she needs a new diaper. This is usually not true, but every now and then she has in fact pooped.
Around 11:45pm she kept saying,
"Need diaper. Need diaper. Need diaper."
Unrelenting. I figured if she is this insistent it must be true, so I went to check.
Remember, it's dark. She's standing in the doorway. I go to pick her up and put her in bed.
She's not dirty, or wet, or anything, just naked.
I was so confused, I turn the lamp on and look around.
She has stripped, thrown her clothes and diaper over the gate and into the hallway. It took everything I had to not laugh at that moment. I held it in, got her dressed and told her to go to sleep (which she finally did about ten minutes later!). Then I go back to the den to tell Nick what happened.
I have never laughed so hard in my life.