The Words That I Hoped to Never Hear.

I'm not going to deny that I was pretty impressed with myself:  Connor and Blake were both down for a nap at the same time. I was looking forward to crawling into bed for a little siesta, myself.  Dennis would surely be home in just a few minutes to join me. 

I filled up my glass of water in the bathroom and was just about to get into bed when I heard it.  I looked at the double doors to our bedroom and saw a little boy standing there, smiling, with his hands of his hips.  An evil chuckle escaped his lips.  And then he said it.

"Mommy, look!  My get out of my bed!"

I heard some dishes clanking together downstairs so I knew Dennis was home.  "DENNIS?!?!  Did you hear that?"

A moment of silence followed and I am sure that it was only because Dennis was trying to gain his composure. 

"Connor, this is not good.  Let's go tell your daddy what you just said to me."

"OK!  Mommy, hold my hand to go downstairs."  He couldn't walk down the steps fast enough.  "Daddy, daddy!  My get out of my bed!"

Dennis lost it.  "Connor, that is a very good thing.  Er, I mean, uh...impressive thing.  Crap."

Miraculously, we were able to bribe him into staying in his bed for the duration of his nap.  Discussing how we'd play outside with his bike if he cooperated was a key element in our plan.  And we told him that if he was to jump out, he'd be put into time out.  (He stuck out his lower lip when we mentioned that.)

And now our life has taken another turn.  Just when we think we are going to start getting really good sleep...well, life proves us wrong.  We are no longer in control.  Not even one bit.  This sleep thing is never coming back.  NEVER.

Any insight on how to proceed from here is greatly appreciated.  Do we get a big boy bed for him?  Do we make the crib taller so that he cannot escape?  Build a roof over the top of his crib? Tie his legs together?  Basically, my questions boil down to this... HOW DO WE GET HIM TO STAY IN HIS ROOM UNTIL WE ARE READY FOR HIM TO GET UP?