We've know Alex's days in the crib were numbered. We've been making plans to get a bed for him (well, bunk beds for the boys), but those plans were for AFTER I was done teaching–since they involve a trip to St. Louis to get the other 1/2 of the bunk beds my sister and & I had growing up (they became 2 nice twin beds that we've both gotten good use out of).  Alex had figured out how to get out, but could only do so when Will pushed the crib closer to the dresser (then he'd pull himself out and dance on the dresser, and slide off onto Will's bed.) We figured we had some time before he'd figure out how to get out on his own.

But…today the crib broke. Cribs are NOT designed to hold a 40 lb. preschooler and a 20 lb. toddler. Which is why Will is not supposed to be in the crib. But in the post-dinner clean up, we were both thankful the kids were playing nicely in another room (that should have been the clue to check on them!).

Now, it's 9:30 and both boys are still awake. Alex is loving his new found freedom. Will is just easily entertained.  Now Will has been moved to our room and Alex is on his bed–in hopes that being higher up (instead of on his mattress, on the floor) will make it less tempting to go to bed.  

While we knew it was going to happen, today was not the day we really wanted to do it.