Bedtime...

Bedtimes have recently gotten tougher. A month or so ago, John David figured out how to crash his gate down and escape his room for nap times and bed time. So I put a child-proof door knob cover on the inside of his door so he couldn't get out. That worked for a while.

But not anymore. He has figured out how to bash the door knob cover with a toy until it pops off.

So a few nights ago he wouldn't stay in his room. We made sure both stair gates were secure, closed off the other rooms upstairs, including our bedroom. And of course, he got out of his room. He wasn't screaming or throwing a fit. He just ran up and down the halls and slammed his bedroom door over and over, having a great time. Eventually it got quiet. I asked David, "Should I go check on him?" David said no.

An hour later I got thirsty so I headed down the hall, toward the kitchen stairs. There was John David, lying in front of that gate, face down on the hardwood floors, sound asleep.