For several months now the boys have been able to climb into their own cribs. In fact, it is something they demand. If you try to put them in the crib you are going to be in big trouble, I’ll tell you that right now. Now even though they’ve been able to climb in, we’ve tried to convince them that they can’t climb out without our help. And it’s been working so far. We’ve been able to use their cribs for timeouts and not worry about them coming down.
Owen has seen through the deception. His crib doesn’t lower as much as Braeden’s so he has figured out that he can get out of the crib on his own. Last night after we had put them to bed we shut the door and were waiting at the top of the stairs to listen for any crying. There was a lot of creaking from Owen’s crib, and then suddenly THE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM OPENED! Yep, Owen had gotten out on his own. Thinking it might be a fluke we put him back in the crib, but you guessed it, he got out again. I don’t remember what finally kept him in there, but it was an exciting night.
I’m having conflicting feelings right now. On the one hand I’m proud of my boy for growing, developing and bettering himself. On the other, we are losing the humane baby prison that has served us so well. Now we are going to have to tie doors shut or buy handcuffs (This is all just a joke, before I get in trouble). The thing about twins is, as soon as one has learned to do something, the other one isn’t far behind. I think they have nightly debriefing sessions to see how the day went.
O: “How are we doing on the dog?”
B: “I got three kicks and two body slams. How is your progress in the fridge?”
O: “I was able to pull a full pitcher of juice onto the floor but I think there is room for improvement, the floor didn’t get nearly as sticky as I thought it would.”
B: “K, you keep working on that and I’m going to try to get some ink.”
