Toddler Alcatrez?

So. This is what happened.

Last night, we all watched our nightly episode of Yo Gabba Gabba. And because there have not been any new episodes aired in, frankly, it feels like months, we watch either "Clean" or "Move" every single night. Last night, we watched both. And then we gathered up Zach and went into his bedroom and put him in his crib, to go to bed. He cried and made noise for a bit, then went to sleep.

My wife went off to work on her homework. I stretched out and read Soldier of the Mist by Gene Wolfe for a bit.

We listened to the rain. We fell asleep.

This morning, we hear Zach whining a little, and it's time to get up anyway. So we get up, we stagger out like morning zombies, open his door...

...and Zach is not in his crib. Zach is sitting on his floor, and he is whining because he can't pull his blanket out through the bars of the crib.

To say that Renee and I were shocked is probably to understate the matter.

So! It would seem that, as of tonight, we are switching from crib to bed. The bed's already in there, we were just talking about making a gradual change. Instead, it'll be rather sudden.

That's been my morning. It started raining last night around seven, and come this morning, it is still pouring rain. The grassy stretches in front of my windows are submerged, and we're under all manner of flood warnings and watches which are, for Minnesota, business as usual when the tornado watches aren't in effect.