Ready for another one?
He can climb out of his crib quite well now. He doesn't do it all the time, there really is no rhyme or reason to when he does it, just sometimes.
A few days ago, I layed him down for a nap. At the time I wasn't sure he was really quite ready to sleep or not, but I went ahead and put him down. A bit later I was sure that he was out of bed. Through the baby monitor I could hear a lot of noises. Noises that sounded like a little guy on the move. However, he was still confined to his room, and I had a LOT to get done in the short amount of time that I knew I had. So, I made the executive decision to just let him be. Assuming that whatever damage occurred in his room, would be far less than if he had the entire house to explore while I worked.
A little while later I heard nothing.
Hmmm, I thought, I wonder if he really WAS out of bed, or if he just climbed back in and went to sleep?
Did I go check?
Well no, that would just be crazy.
Because he was finally asleep, and I knew if I checked on him there was a significant possibility that he would wake up.
Not worth it.
A couple of blissfully quiet hours later, he woke up, and I went to get him.
The first thing I noticed when I arrived at the door to his room, was that the light was on. I knew then that he had definitely been out of his bed, because he can't reach the light switch (anymore) from his bed. The second thing I noticed was the door, it was locked. It's just one of those push button locks, and of course if he sees a button, he must push it. I keep a little key for it above his door, and I easily unlocked it and started to open the door. That's when I met with some resistance. At first I thought it was him, but then I realized it was the ottoman from across his room. Ahh, I thought, that's how he got to the light switch. There were clothes from his dresser scattered here and there, but other than that, not much damage. Austin was in his bed. He'd obviously just woken up. That's when I realized he'd done all this BEFORE he slept. Sweet boy. He'd napped with his light on! What a nut. That's the end of that story, but get ready, there's a part two, and it's a doozy...
I feel the need to issue a warning of sorts right now. Part two gets, well, a little stinky...if you get my drift. If you're not a fan of the stinky, then you might want to move on. But for me, this is life. And if I'm keepin' it real on my blog, then this goes with the territory.
A couple of days ago, I was getting ready for a shower, when I heard Austin wake up. As the mother of three, showers are a blessing, and I really needed one that day. Again, I made the executive decision to let him be, so I could get cleaned up. Again, I knew he was out of bed at some point, but he was playing happily, and I took advantage of that. An hour later I went to get him. This time the first thing that greeted me was a smell.
I opened the door.
I about fainted.
Austin was on the other side of his room this time.
No PJ's, No Diaper.
And of course, he'd p**ped.
It was EVERYWHERE.
The floor, the chair, a stuffed animal, his blankie, Him. And completely covering a plastic toy tool box, that sadly, went straight to the trash.
He'd had quite the time.
I carried him, at arms length, to the bathtub. After I cleaned him, and secured him in his booster seat, I went back to the depths of despair. It took about 20 minutes to clean it all up. I have never before been so thankful for wood floors and a leather chair. Washable surfaces are my friend. After I disinfected his room, I opened his window, turned on his ceiling fan, and shut the door. A few hours later it smelled normal again.
Heaven's to Betsy! (I have no idea where that came from, but it popped into my head.)
So there is the latest of Austin's Antics. Who knows what he has up his sleeve next?!