Gettting William to stay in his crib is about as successfull as a trip in the car without snacks. It just doesn't happen. So, 2 nights ago handy husband decided he had had enough and was throwing down the hammer. His solution: put the kids to bed in their room, lie down on the hardwood floor, and stay there until the persistent boy fell asleep. Me: "sure honey, I'll be downstairs but remember this is YOUR can of worms you're opening.".
Forward 2 hours-no handy husband to be seen. However, I begin to hear his quiet footsteps coming downstairs, fiddling around in the kitchen, and then fiddling around in the laundry room. After about 10 minutes, I had reasons to be suspicious as handy husband never spends this much time in the laundry room. I head that way, only to find William with his hand in the washing machine. He had pushed the button to stop it and was playing in the bubbles.
Me: "William, what are you doing?"
William: "Shhhh...daddy sleeping."
I promptly carried him back to his bed, gave handy husband a swift kick in the leg to wake him, and watched as he woke up in disarray wondering what had just happened. "Well, dear, your son just climbed out of his crib, stepped over you, walked dowstairs, and was doing laundry." Nice can of whoop-a@! you opened-that'll teach 'em.
Great idea, Columbo.
July 2009
Pictures taken when the little squirt could barely see over the crib rail, let alone get his leg over it.
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