Well, I figured it out quickly, and I owe my method to my height, long legs, and utter stubbornness to look common sense in the face, spit in its eye, and keep doing what I had been doing. I mean, sure I could kiss her while I still held her, but was that enough?
No. Have you seen her?
This is a chickadee who expects and deserves the best of the best. So I figured I could just lean my hips against the rail of the crib, tip over, rest my hand lightly on the mattress in the corner, and then proceed with my lovey-doveyness (yes that is a word). So I do this every night and have the small bruise on my left hip bone to prove it.
Cut to tonight. I do this procedure, as I do every night, except THIS time, as my legs swing up to counter-balance my weight and stupidity, my foot hooks into her little Fisher Price refrigerator kitchen set and sends it FLYING, FLYING I tell you, across her room and against her changing table/dresser, where it crashes and comes to a halt, only singing it's little Eat Healthy Meals song. So I tip back over, stagger in the dark across her room and shut the damn thing off, all while whispering "Sorry! My bad! Woopsadaisy! Haha! Oops!" to my poor, over-tired child.
Luckily she was super tired from the day and no mood for chit chat or curiosity as I returned to her crib, and yep, you guessed it, tipped over and kissed her all over again. I mean, I had already knocked the noisy toy over so what did I have to lose?