Sleeping in the big boy bed gives a lot of freedom to an almost-2-year-old. He can wake up in the middle of the night and climb in to bed with mom and dad. He can quietly play with his toys as long as he doesn't wake anyone up in the process. He can find a crayon and color all over his mirror. He can do (and has done) all of these wonderful things.
Today he found something new to do!
I was falling back asleep after feeding Lukie around 6 this morning, when I hear the "creeeeek" of his bedroom door. I wait for him to come in to our room, which is what he normally does when he wakes up in the morning. Instead of the sound of our bedroom door opening, I hear a louder "CREEEEK" . I fly out of bed thinking he had gotten in to the dishwasher, which I had not unloaded yet from the night before. All I can think of is stopping him from getting to the huge knife sitting in there.
As I get to the kitchen, I am relieved to see that he is not in the dishwasher. Instead, I see our back door closing. The one that leads upstairs to our friend's house, and downstairs in to the basement. (It doesn't lock from the inside.) I run out and pull him back in. He is barely awake, but is holding his new computer toy he got for his Birthday. I guess he was planning on going upstairs to show his friend his new toy. Why he had to do this at 6am, is beyond me, but he sure got my adrenaline going early this morning!!
Today he found something new to do!
I was falling back asleep after feeding Lukie around 6 this morning, when I hear the "creeeeek" of his bedroom door. I wait for him to come in to our room, which is what he normally does when he wakes up in the morning. Instead of the sound of our bedroom door opening, I hear a louder "CREEEEK" . I fly out of bed thinking he had gotten in to the dishwasher, which I had not unloaded yet from the night before. All I can think of is stopping him from getting to the huge knife sitting in there.
As I get to the kitchen, I am relieved to see that he is not in the dishwasher. Instead, I see our back door closing. The one that leads upstairs to our friend's house, and downstairs in to the basement. (It doesn't lock from the inside.) I run out and pull him back in. He is barely awake, but is holding his new computer toy he got for his Birthday. I guess he was planning on going upstairs to show his friend his new toy. Why he had to do this at 6am, is beyond me, but he sure got my adrenaline going early this morning!!
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