squeak, boom THUMP....Hi

Thursday was just another day in the life at home with one. Take the kids to school, come home, send G with #2's lunch that she forgot in the car and so on. After lunch nearing nap time #4 and I head to her room. She picks out 5 million books (90% having horses partly or solely in them) and we sit in the glider to read them. Sometimes she stops to turn on the radio (the cd player) and/or the fan for nap time. Sometimes she tries to deviate to toys in case I forgot it was nap time. Either way same pattern each day.
Today when she got down I moved to pick up a few things disheveled from her closet (I know Lord help us if I leave something array) she decided to get into her bed. I wasn't quite ready but figured she would just wait till I finished this was not a new thing. Instead she clearly spoke "I get out," then toppled over the side with a loud thump at the bottom. I tried to look with only my peripheral vision as to avoid a scene. Make note that she landed on her bottom, not too shabby for a first attempt.
Truthfully I have been lucky in that NONE of my other kids EVER did this. #1 was 2 1/2 when his sister came along so a few months later he was moved into a toddler bed. It was such a scarring experience that I vowed to do everything in my power to avoid it again. #3 came along much earlier than expected and spent 5 mos in a bassinet located next to my bed. At that point #2 was nearly 2 1/2 and transitioned easily rooming with #1. She was 3 1/2 when she first got her own room and well trained in staying put. Of course she is my most obedient child who at age 7 1/2 will go take a nap simply because I said so. Believe me there are times I MUST say so for the entire households sake, lol. #3 had no one pushing him being 3 1/2 when #4 was born. Instead he had both beds in his room and on a whim was put there by Aunt net and never got back out. Ah 2 easy kids was definitely a reprieve.
Now I know beyond a shadow of a doubt #4 will not be that easy. Yes, don't speak things into being BUT she already is typically the last to bed because she tries to reside in anyone else's room but her own. She craves companions to an absolute end. I really would worry about her if she didn't disappear into some one's room, #3's more than likely because he is within close proximity. Course he will tattle, envisioning the Mommy #4 is in my room again over and over. Sneaking downstairs past our room to get to sissy might be more of a challenge but I do not put it past her to try.
Back to the story, I chose to IGNORE this one because this 4th child is DRIVEN by attention for sure. That is most definitely a multi child home trait. Instead of heading back to bed we read another bazillion horsie books and go for bed as originally planned. She fiddles with the items in her bed, straightening the blanket several times, lining up the animals along the railing and more. I steadily am losing my patience but fear fleeing too quick would only further the problem. Finally she lays down and snuggles in, swift retreat and door closes. I sit like a soldier on post awaiting any noise, or movement. Nothing but sweet silence. 2 1/2 hours go by and then I hear murmurs coming from the direction of her room. I wait but it becomes quiet again. I head out to pick up the big 3 from school leaving G here with her. Moments after I leave I receive a call. Squeak.....(she leans against the railing), Boom.....(she flops over the side), THUMP...(she lands on the floor). Tiptoeing out of her room she comes to G on the computer and greets him with a big smile and a "HI". Yep, the fun of another last is just beginning.
My recurring thought as she did sleep all night and let me retrieve her from the bed and is napping now can't help but be this. Will I be sad when the crib really is no more? Or since we are converting it to the toddler bed will it trick me into not noticing yet another last in this world of momma?