Naughty Potty

Zora Jane is naughty.  Partly because she's two.  Partly because she's full of sass (she sways her hips when she walks, and wags her finger at me to say no, and then cocks her head to the side and holds a little finger up to me and says "One minute").  And partly because her older brother is the king of naughty.  

Last week Zora Jane became my first child to learn how to get out of her crib.  Henry taught her.  Turns our Henry also taught at least one other girl in our ward how to get out of her crib while playing at her house one day.

So after Zora broke out of her room several times one night and me thinking I heard her crash land a few times, I took the side railing off her bed at 9:30.  She wasn't too happy that night and kept telling me her bed was broken and showing me how to fix it.

Surprisingly enough, all I had to do was explain to her that I was afraid she would bonk her head if she kept climbing out and she stopped crying about it.

So far she's pretty good about staying in her bed.  We still have the lock on the outside of the door from when Henry slept in there so I have had to lock her in a few times.  This morning I even had to go get her out of bed as she seems to have forgotten that all she needs to do is stand up but whatever.

This also means that I can't just leave her at home asleep anymore as now she can get up and wonder the house if I'm not back by the time she wakes up.  Just to be clear: usually I just leave her when I go over to the Wheatley's to swim or whatever.  But those days are at an end too: the Wheatley's close on their house on Monday and then it's bye-bye pool.

Unfortunately she knows she's adorable and refers only to herself as Baby.  When I ask her if she's Zora, she says, "No.  Baby."  She's a big pile of trouble.