Cribs of the Wasatch Front

Sleeping anywhere but his crib.



Freestone had a question the other day.

"Mom, remember when daddy used to sleep in your bed before Ptolemy was born?  Why did he do that?" 
"That's how it works.  He sometimes just doesn't sleep in the bed because he's afraid of squishing Ptolemy."
"Oh.  So, when babies are born, dads sleep on couches?"
"Well, no.  A lot of babies sleep in their cribs."
Freestone looked very skeptical and alarmed and said, "All alone?!  When they're tiny?!"
"Yep."

"Whoaaaaa."

Even though Scott would rather sleep in a room where he can't hear me snore and vice versa, Ptolemy should probably be introduced to his crib at some point.  It still has the pristine, crisp sheets on it that I put on before he was born.  The few times we have stuck him in the crib, he has acted like it was a hideous betrayal.  The Pod is a cuddly little "people person!"  There are grundles of parenting books that say babies should learn to sleep by themselves, but there's plenty of time for that later.  I finally took the neglected crib out of Ari's room and put it in the laundry room.  (Remember when Xanthe lived there?)  Maybe the vertical stripes will hypnotize Tolly into falling asleep on his own.  Poor little guy, he has no idea that his co-sleeping days are numbered.