We have an eveing routine with Caroline. We read her a few books out in the living room on the couch, we take her into her bedroom. Rock her in the rocking chair while signing a few songs (usually Twinke Twinkle Little Star, Old McDonald and a terrible version of Mary Had a Little Lamb) and lay her in her crib.

Every night we do this, close the door and she good until 5-5:30 in the morning. No problems.

Well…

Tonight we do this and all is going according to plan. The girls are asleep and we are on the couch when I hear footsteps walking down the hall coming towards us and I look up and see a tiny silouette.

Caroline emerges from the shaddows like something out of a horror film, giggling like crazy and comes running up with her arms out and hops up on my lap. Happy as a clam. The little squirt climbed up and out of her crib - Dropped herself down to the floor, and came looking for Mommy and Daddy. This is no easy task. I would have never guessed that it was even possible, but there is no possible other explanation.

So she sits out with us for about another half hour, Melinda tries to get her back asleep in our bed and about an hour later we try her back into her crib. Ha. 10 minutes later, shes running back down the hallway!

(beat)

She now sleeps on a matress/boxspring on the bedroom floor. No more crib for her.