Escape Artist

The other morning, I had to leave for work early so I as I left, I closed our bedroom door as Husband and the Boy were still sleeping. Around 7:30 I got a call from Husband telling me he had just been woken up to someone banging on the bedroom door. He said he opened it up and there stood the Boy, grinning ear to ear. I figured it was a fluke and the Boy would continue to sleep in his crib until I was ready for him to move to a big boy bed. Apparently I was wrong...

Saturday afternoon I put the Boy down for a nap and sat down ready to relax but couldn't find the remote. The Boy likes to take the remote at any and all possible times so I started searching for it and ran into him coming out of his bathroom (note that the toilet paper had been completely unrolled and he was holding his toothbrush and grinning like a nut). With a sinking feeling washing over me, we walked back into his room and I explained that he needed to take a nap and needed to stay in his crib. I put him back down and stayed there a minute to make sure he was laying down. I closed the door and briskly walked to my bedroom to grab the monitor...this probably takes about 30 seconds. By the time I turned on the monitor, I see a little head walking by and hear him banging on the door to get out. Needless to say, there was no afternoon nap that day. Sunday morning came bright and early at 5:00 AM with my escape artist yelling down the hall after climbing out of the crib and finding himself blocked in the hallway by a gate.

Thankfully, on Sunday afternoon, my mom and dad came over (Husband was out of town for this) and helped me figure out how to put the mattress directly on the floor in the crib so try as he might, the Boy cannot find a way to get out...yet.