By the time we returned home, the two youngest--Judah and Elise--were bushed. We put them down for naps, and they drifted off to sleep in seconds. While they slept, Beth and I put together lunch, fed the awake kids, and we all played Grocery Store in the kitchen. Again, still having fun.
But we were sitting outside when I thought I heard Judah waking up. I waited a minute or two before I went in to check. I walked through the kitchen, through the dining room, through the living room, and turned to go up the stairs to retrieve Judah, and then I saw it.
Judah was sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for me.
How did this happen? Charis climbed out of the crib once, fell, and was content thereafter to stay put. Judah hasn't even shown signs of interest in climbing out of his crib--I haven't seen him try once, and whenever he's ready to get up, he tells me so. Loudly. But now, he can apparently do it all by himself. I don't know whether to be proud or horrified. A bit of both, I suspect.
I went outside to tell Abe (He'll be SHOCKED!!!), who in turn informed me that he caught him trying to climb out of the crib this morning when he was getting Judah up. "I just forgot to tell you," says he.
I have always been a big fan of the crib. What could be better for a mother's peace of mind than knowing her child is safely contained in a soft, comfy place? Knowing that her child could possibly be awake, climbing downstairs and wreaking havoc? Is that better? I think not.
Shoot, now both of the kids can get out of their beds. I am in BIG trouble.