This past weekend Luke climbed out of his crib several times, necessitating a major change to his sleeping arrangements:
Having already started fighting his daily nap, he has now totally abandoned it and is fiercely fighting the establishment of any sort of quiet time. Luckily, by the time he gets to bed he's so exhausted he only pops out of his room once or twice (because he thinks it's just so funny) before crashing into his brand new big-boy bed.
This had to happen in my last three weeks of very exhausted pregnancy.
