he got out!

He did it. He escaped. We are now entering into a whole other world. O is still sleeping in a crib and I blissfully ignored the fact that one day he would get out.  Well, the day has come. 

He has generally been a very good sleeper. Tonight (this morning), not so much. It may be because he's congested and woke up unable to breathe well. It may be because we recently got back from visiting grandparents and he's out of his routine. It may just be because we're supposed to learn something from surviving on little sleep. Birth control?...  In any case, he awoke in the middle of the night screaming for us. I finally gave in to sing him another lullaby, hoping that would appease him so he wouldn't wake his siblings. It didn't work. I put him back in his crib and he started screaming again. (That's the shortened version, there was in reality much cradling, singing, resting together on the sofa in hopes he would get tired and willingly return to the crib, etc.). I left the room, hoping he might just cry himself to sleep really quickly. One can dream, right?  Then we heard a door rattling and a door closing. And silence. We naively thought to ourselves, 'aw, how sweet, one of the twins went in his room to help him sleep.'  About two minutes later, blood curdling scream. From downstairs. He padded down and then found himself in darkness. No sign of life. He didn't like that. And I was shocked that he got out of his crib AND opened the door. Here we go...