Score one for...

J has been in a big boy bed for a few weeks now. After two leaps out of the crib we knew we were done. It was a sad, sad day in the frat house.

J has been great about going to bed until recently. It's become a nightly struggle sometimes even taking as long as two hours to get him to stop hopping up and down. It's been...challenging. Tonight I had a brain fart. Put the gate up in his doorway! I was feeling so smart...smarter than a two year old. Luckily a friend let me borrow her extra gate so it's been sitting in my closet as a "just in case". I whipped that sucker out tonight and M helped me get it set up. J even helped us!

As we were walking down the stairs to the sounds of a very unhappy 23 month old, I snickered and said, "Score one for Mommy and Daddy!" We were so proud of ourselves. Is that bad? Oh well.

I sat in our bedroom listening to J carry on for a good 3 minutes. Then a thunk and silence. "Um. Not good." I raced up the stairs to find him sitting next to the gate drinking from his cup of water. Yes, next to the gate...on the OUTSIDE of his room.

All those worries about his leg and how well it would "function". Seems to be "functioning" just fine to me!

I think the phrase I'm looking for is...'Don't count your chickens before they hatch.'