Now Tate is sick, aaah! He's not as mean as Kenden was. But he has trouble sleeping. I've had like no sleep. The other night somehow, that little escape artist figured out a way to get out of his bed (remeber the contraption we had made, to keep him in there. There's a post about it) We would hear him screaming "Mom, get me out. I want out" over and over then you'd hear a thud, silence, the light switch, then the door open. He waits a few seconds just peeking out the door, before he comes tromping out and into our room. I would have to get up, put him back in his bed. Tye down the sheet. I kept tying it down tighter and tighter. That little turd kept getting out. This went on til about 5:30 AM, when eric finally went and got another piece of plywood, put it across the entire top of the crib. He isn't able to get out now. We were able to get an hr and a half of sleep in before we had to get up and ready for work. That day was rough.
Here's a couple pictures of my poor sick lil boys.
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