On Friday night, Jason went out with friends. He does this often so it's no big deal. Very shortly after he pulled out of the driveway, I heard Jack in his room and I thought one of the cats. See, Jack had been in his room going "night night" for about 15 minutes. Sometimes, Lisa, our kitten, gets in there and we don't know it.
I opened the door to Jack's room to let the cat out and lo and behold, there was my son. Standing at the door with Legos in hand. At first, I thought, "Jason must have forgotten to put him in the crib" but then realized..........He had climbed OUT of his crib.
I stood at the door just staring for a good two minutes while holding Cal. Then I said "Jack, it's time to go to bed. Don't climb out of your crib, you could get hurt". I put Jack back to bed. I was stunned. He had NEVER climbed out of his crib before.
Ten minutes later? Same story. Jack, out of his crib, playing with Legos.
I texted Jason and it wasn't pretty. I think it went something like this: We have a major problem. Jack can now climb out of his crib. He did it two fucking times. He is going to fall and split his head open. And of course, it's on the night you are out with your damned friends.
Not that this was Jason's fault mind you.
Saturday? Jason took the front of Jack's crib off and I went searching for a bed rail. The result, Jack's new "big boy bed":
He is pretending to sleep in this picture.
Operation Big Boy Bed was slightly successful. Saturday night (the first night) Jason and I had to put Jack back in bed several times. And Sunday morning, Jason had to put Jack to bed several times. Waking up at 5:00 am and running around the house isn't cool.
On a good note, he goes down for naps without issue. And last night he only had to be put back in bed once before falling asleep.
I knew this day would come eventually but wasn't expecting it so soon. After all, he had never climbed out of his crib before. I guess he just tried it and realized he could.