easy-peasy

We took a family road trip yesterday and wound up in the middle of nowhere. On purpose, of course, because that's where the school that I'm getting my PhD is located. Actually, there's a lot more in here-nowhere than a lot of other nowheres, but I digress. The point is, we're out of town.

Our hotel room is great, and one I'll definitely come back to when I defend (the step after actually writing my dissertation, which is next) and graduate (May, I hope). It's a decently-priced residential suite hotel, which means each room has its own kitchenette (a place to keep Bridget's milk), a couch, and bedroom(s) (our room is actually a studio, so we're sans the bedroom, but still nice and roomy). Plenty of room to set up Bridget's pack-n-play. Only last night, after lights out, Bridget decided she'd rather play or sleep with mommy and daddy (whichever we'd let her get away with) than stay in it. Within thirty seconds of climbing into bed, I heard a quiet thump. Is that? I thought, and listened for little footsteps. The carpeting's too thick for hearing baby footsteps, apparently, but Bridget's not that good at finding her way around in the dark in an unfamiliar room yet. Next thing I know, we hear her bump into something (gently) and kind-of whisper (like she was trying to sneak around but got a surprise). With a sense of amazement in his voice, Al said, "She climbed out!" We turned on the light and there she was, smiling and very proud of herself as she tried to run and play. Guess who slept in our bed last night? (I'm just hoping she doesn't figure out she can do the same thing in her crib...and if she does, it won't be our bed she ends up in. That's a rule I'm firm about: no kids in bed with me at home. It does mean that I end up spending a few nights on the couch with her, though....)