My complacency got the best of me.
Last night when I returned home from cleaning (which is bound to happen when you own a cleaning business), I asked my husband down the boys had gone to bed.
And the inevitable had happened.
My baby has learned to climb out of his crib.
When this happened with my eldest, the very next day we got a toddler bed and set him up (and then we learned that he cannot be contained by a toddler bed, so we threw a couple of twin mattresses on the floor for maximum sprawling pleasure). It was a steep learning curve, but within a week he was a big boy in a big boy bed.
So I had to face some of my fears.
Namely, sharing a closet with my husband.
Even more so, cleaning out aforementioned side of the closet that may or may not have been where scarves go to die.
Yeah, only about 50 scarves. No hoarding going on here, nothing to see.
But I have made some progress!
Please ignore the reflection of my terribly trashed room. Pretend you can't see it. I know I do.
All I know is, since he can climb, the boy is climbing.
It's inevitable. Fish gotta swim, boys gotta climb.