Finn's New Bed

Yesterday, Marie informed us that Finn escaped his crib after his nap. He started climbing out onto his dresser so we moved the dresser and this time he climbed the side, dropped to the ground, brushed off his pants and forever declared the crib days over.

So we took off the side, made a big fuss over his new stature in society, crossed our fingers and all went to bed.

He got up and down a few times before actually going to sleep, but in the end, he was in bed and had pulled the covers over himself and slept soundly. All night.

And the best part? In the morning, he crawled out of bed and came and crawled into our bed with a book and told me his diaper needed changing. Which meant that Nick and I didn't have a first-words-of-the-morning "conversation" about who had to get up first and fetch the screaming tyrant angel from his jail cell crib.

Life just keeps getting better and better.