So I was napping one day and I kept hearing someone pound on my door. I thought it was Beckahm (which he totally knows better) and I told him to stop. 5 seconds later someone is tugging at my sheets and I look up still in a daze and there was Amari at my bedside. I couldn't understand what I was seeing because he was still sleeping in his crib. I thought either Mike was home or Beckahm got him out. None of the above. . . the dreaded day came earlier than I anticipated: he got out all by himself!!
The next day Mike sawed his bed in half :). It took him a week to get adjusted to it—trying to understand that just because he can get out of his crib now doesn't mean quiet time is null and void and that he can walk around the house in the wee hours of the morning.
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