My boys have made a new discovery lately. They have been working on it for a while.
I am not generally a morning person, especially if it has been a particularly rough night. We've had a few of those lately, with moving and Daylight Savings and sickness, we have had a difficult time getting our groove back.
One morning last week, CH and I were both trying to squeeze in a few more winks, while trying to ignore the increasingly intolerant bellows from the nearby bedrooms.
Then a thump, followed by an opening door and the exhuberant footsteps of a 21 month old little boy finally realizing his freedom. Free at last!
My heart skipped a beat as I didn't know whether to cringe in fear at this lifechanging alteration or laugh along with his squeal of delight. Maybe a little of both.
Being able to get out of bed makes for a whole new ballgame. The Bee has now mastered the art, particularily at naptime, which he shuns on a regular basis.
Maybe I should look at this as a step towards that glorious day when they will get themselves up and get their own breakfast and watch Saturday morning cartoons while mommy and daddy get to sleep in!