The time had come. We were not ready, but our storage was up.
Grandma and Grandpa had been keeping a bed for us from when they moved and they said all along when he turned two they were going to deliver it. Well they told the truth. The bed was delivered. We had no choice.
So here is what it looks like:
Night One – Andrew laid there, kicked, rolled around, ran after us screaming when I shut the door. Tore the “childproof” knob off and chased after me. When I put him back and left the door open, he stayed and slept.
Night Two – Andrew got out of bed 5 times. I would take him back and he would quietly sneak out again waiting a few minutes in between each time. He tries to get to Bailey’s room. It is a little funny because I will say his name and he will start to run back and be in his bed before I can get there. I told him I was going to have to shut the door last night if he got up again (and he did) and it worked.
We will see what the next few nights have in store! Oh what fun. not really.