HAVE I MENTIONED THAT WE'RE IN TROUBLE?
The boys go in phases of going to bed easily and not so easily. They'd been doing really well for a week when it began to wear off again. So when the clock ticked 11pm, I figured it was time to drop the hammer on the situation.
I went up to their room and I explained that if they couldn't lay down in their beds and go to sleep - no more playing, coming out of their room, etc, etc, etc - then I would be forced to lock their door. (The locks have been reversed for extreme occasions - a very humane tip we picked up from some friends...)
They take me so seriously that they didn't even allow 5 minutes to elapse before I heard the pitter-patter of feet on the stairs. So I came up from the basement and closed and locked their door. Needless to say, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I told Kristen I needed 5 minutes to finish some work on my computer and that I'd open the door and talk to them at that point.
When I got back up there, there was no sound at all - had they actually gone from freak-out to sleep in 5 minutes?! Nope. I opened the door to find Blane sitting to the side, watching Tobin go through the toy box. He was looking for something to stand on. "Why," I asked.
The little mastermind had figured out - HOW, I have no idea! - that a toy of his could be used to pop out the pins in the door hinges. He'd already gotten two greasy pins out, but couldn't reach the top one. So the 'Why' was to reach the top and last pin and successfully escape their temporary prison.
I asked Blane who thought of this, "Tobin did. He said his toy would fit in there and make those pieces come out." Great. HOW DID HE FIGURE THAT OUT?!
That was all I could take. I told them to go to sleep - without laughing incredulously - and left the room, door open (and pins put back in). I made it down to the room and laughed for 5 minutes before I could tell Kristen what had happened. I CANNOT believe it. 4 Months shy of 3 years old and he's already craftier than I am at 28...we're in trouble, please send help.
I went up to their room and I explained that if they couldn't lay down in their beds and go to sleep - no more playing, coming out of their room, etc, etc, etc - then I would be forced to lock their door. (The locks have been reversed for extreme occasions - a very humane tip we picked up from some friends...)
They take me so seriously that they didn't even allow 5 minutes to elapse before I heard the pitter-patter of feet on the stairs. So I came up from the basement and closed and locked their door. Needless to say, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I told Kristen I needed 5 minutes to finish some work on my computer and that I'd open the door and talk to them at that point.
When I got back up there, there was no sound at all - had they actually gone from freak-out to sleep in 5 minutes?! Nope. I opened the door to find Blane sitting to the side, watching Tobin go through the toy box. He was looking for something to stand on. "Why," I asked.
The little mastermind had figured out - HOW, I have no idea! - that a toy of his could be used to pop out the pins in the door hinges. He'd already gotten two greasy pins out, but couldn't reach the top one. So the 'Why' was to reach the top and last pin and successfully escape their temporary prison.
I asked Blane who thought of this, "Tobin did. He said his toy would fit in there and make those pieces come out." Great. HOW DID HE FIGURE THAT OUT?!
That was all I could take. I told them to go to sleep - without laughing incredulously - and left the room, door open (and pins put back in). I made it down to the room and laughed for 5 minutes before I could tell Kristen what had happened. I CANNOT believe it. 4 Months shy of 3 years old and he's already craftier than I am at 28...we're in trouble, please send help.
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