I am....

A sneaky ninja.

Little did I realize that being a sneaky ninja was part of the job of being a parent. We have started transitioning Katie from rocking her to sleep to putting her straight into the crib so she can be a "big girl" and put herself to sleep. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts where I had to eventually pick her up from crying so much, she has gotten the idea. Now what we do is take her in, after she starts indicating that she is tired (she's pretty good and communicating using just expressions and/or hand gestures) and as we walk upstairs, keep telling her that it's time to go nite-nite. Seems to work.

We lay her in her bed and lay down beside the bed to indicate that it's nite-nite time for everyone. After we start hearing her breath a little heavier, the sneaky ninja parent crawls out on the floor like I'm in a foxhole, looking for cover from oncoming fire and slowly crawl out of the room. I have yet to fix it but the last inch or two before the door gets completely closed, there's this very subtle creak that the door makes. Every time it makes me think that she's going to rise up out of the crib and bust us. We have actually been busted before. Just as we were making our way out of the room, she would rise up and look at us like "and just where do you think your going?" Then, sheepishly, we would go back in, start the process over again and attempt to sneak out again. Pretty funny actually.

Who would have thought that there would be so much to learn??