Crap

Sorry, I couldn't think of any other way to title this post. It is the only word that can describe my irritation with tonight's events. Well, I could definitely think of a few more less than desirable words but I'm trying to be tasteful on my blog. Crap is most certainly an understatement.

My sneaky little 2 year old has figured out how to set me over the edge even after hours. I've been thinking for some time that he could probably get out of his crib if he wanted to but I was convinced that he didn't want to take the risk of hurting himself if he fell. As you can imagine, his fear is gone and he is feeling free as a bird. He popped right back into our room after we put him down for bed to let us know that he still had a good hour and a half of energy to burn. Translation: Mommy is one step closer to checking herself into the mental institute.

I realize that this is the time that most toddlers make the transition to a "big boy" bed anyway. So it shouldn't be such a shock that he has figured out how to break free from the crib. I mean, why not? I've never known any other barrier to hold him back. But I also feel that Harrison has an abnormal amount of energy that somehow got zapped once he was put into his crib. Oh well, those days are gone and I guess I can shift my denial onto something more suitable like potty training. Here we go, onto the next adventure.