Cut to me, envisioning the myriad of ways he could break his neck/arm/leg/other body part doing this without adult supervision. I could practically hear the gray hairs growing in.
That night, we had a battle of Supernanny proportions - I put him to bed at the usual time, but he decided to exercise his newfound freedom and kept getting out of his crib. Over. And over. This war of wills lasted until after 9PM...by then I thought that at least he'd get some sleep, maybe even sleep in a bit. Not so much.
Next morning, Boy Wonder decides it would be REALLY FANTASTIC to get out of bed and wake up mommy. At 4:30 in the morning. Tried putting him back to bed. He actually got out of bed quietly, went into the living room, and sat on the couch waiting for me to come snuggle. I heard him talking to himself about finding the remote, or I'd never have known. So he's apparently Harry Houdini's ninja cousin.
Fast forward to this evening....we finally got the baby's room cleaned out (mostly) - meaning my hubby did the brunt of the work and I just did some tidying afterward. This meant that the crib was moved out of the Boy Wonder's room and replaced with...
the BIG BOY BED.
Whether from lack of sleep, worry over broken appendages, or just sheer insanity, we bit the bullet and put him to bed tonight in a regular, plain old twin bed.
You think it took? :-)