Let me set the stage for you:
It's 3:13am- Let me repeat that 3:13 AM! I awake to a faint sound, that little sound of a child up. That sound that makes you regret the sex you had that would ultimately lead to something waking you up at 3:13 am.
So I get out of bed, reluctantly I might add, ready to tell the 20 month old little snot-head that it is REALLY not time to get up, like I do pretty much every night by going to his door & telling him to go back to bed. I pull the sheets over him and we are good to go until around 6:30 am.
Only this time, I spot it.... the baby gate that is suppose to cage our small animal of a child in his room. It's laying on the floor. And the search is on!
I am looking everywhere, his sister's room... no go.
The guest room... nope
The bathroom... unt uh
That covers the upstairs.
Holy Crap the turd is downstairs!
Where did I find him? Dunt da da da:::: STUCK standing up in his high chair screaming "Nack Nack." (Snack)
Now when you add that to my post earlier this week, it really scares the pants off of one already paranoid mom! Or that he was pulling stuff like this long ago, it's only bound to get worse. I may never sleep again! So this weekend Dad gets to be Handy Manny and install locks and gates and bungee cords and duct tape where needed to keep our little run away safe.
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