Submitted 4/17/02 by Dad
But I Don't Want to Sleep in the Big Bed
We had just moved into the little house on S. Fisher in Blackfoot (May 1982). Mom and I decided that we would try to wean the baby (Kendra) from the crib because we were expecting another kid in the next couple of weeks.
Mom got up that morning and went to wake up the kids. "Brad, Kendra is gone! She's not in her bed, and I can't find her anywhere." I jumped up and went to that bedroom (there was eight inches between the twin bed on one side of the room and the bunk beds on the other side). I squeezed my head down in the slot to look under the bed, and there she was. Kendra fell (or climbed) out of bed in the night and crawled under the bunk beds, clear up at the head end, probably because there was more breathing room there. I pulled her out, kicking and screaming (she was perfectly happy there, I guess) by the leg.
We had to stuff things under the bed, otherwise, everybody was awakened almost every night when we had to pull her out again.