
RJ and I decided to take an early night, last night, and planned on putting the little monkeys to bed and then going to sleep
ourselves. Nothing could have prepared us for the late night that it really was.
First, Monkey Man was fighting a
poop
that just could not escape so he fussed and fussed and fussed
{for over an hour while we took turns trying to console him} before finally falling asleep. Yes...there
WAS a humongous poop in his morning diaper.
Yuck! Poor kiddo probably worked it out in the middle of the night, but he didn't wake to let me know. Thanks, Monkey. It was huge, so I wish he had woken up so I could have
changed
it for him.

Once Monkey Man was sleeping we were thrilled to be able to go to bed. RJ was finishing up some

lesson plans and then we planned on heading back. Unfortunately,
right at the moment when I was laughing about how our poor little Monkey probably pushed his poop out as he fell asleep and would be stuck with it all night {I don't know if this is fact, but he fought sleep hard so I'm thinking it may be what happened}, we heard a
LOUD BOOM! followed by Little Rocker crying.
I pretty much knew right away that he had finally done it
- he climbed out of his bed. I just knew it, so I snuck down the hallway and into his room, stumbled over his stupid basketball hoop to the light and flicked it on. My poor little toddler was kneeling on the floor, rubbing his eyes, and saying
"UH OH!" over and over again.


Jorge, his trusty
giraffe
, was still clutched in his grasp and
Elmo
was dangling from the side of the
bed rail
.
Poor Elmo didn't make it out - he was still trapped in the dreaded Toddler-Bed-Land. It was the most adorable and pathetic thing I've ever seen. I scooped Little Rocker up and went out into the living room, since I knew RJ and I needed to figure out what we were going to do now.
Poor Little Rocker. He was so sad, and scared, and a little excited to have made it out of bed and now all the way into the living room where his toys were.

We decided to take the rail completely off his
bed
for the night and see how he dealt with that.
It was an utter failure! He was terrified to be on his bed without some barrier of protection against the outside world that was his bedroom. We'd go into his room, put him back in bed
{or chase him as he scurried back to bed by himself}, and then go back into our room. He's be up again, wrapped in his blanket and clutching Elmo and Jorge, crying by the door. Again we'd go in, and go in, and go in, until

finally I stayed with him and rocked him until he was too tired to keep his little eyelids open. When he was sound asleep I placed him in bed and snuggled with him for 5 minutes after he protested my attempt to leave.
That did it, and he was out like a light.
My poor little monkey.