Monkey Max

We have been so, so lucky that the kids' bedtime routine has been going rather smoothly for the past two years. Our lucky streak may be coming to a screeching halt.

In one day, Max figured out how to:

• climb the ladder to Cate's upper bunk.
• turn the doorknob to open a door.

Ugh!

There was a lot of in and out with the kids last night. Cate would holler, "Daddy!" and Kyle would walk in with Cate tattling that Max had climbed up on her bunk.

Again. And again. And again.

Then Max started opening the door and stood in the doorway with just about the same look as in this photo . Mischief was written all over his face. So Kyle moved him to our room. After Max had gotten up two more times, Kyle became completely exasperated and gave him his pacifier with a threat, "now go to sleep or I will take away your sucker!", at which Max hunkered down in our bed, safekeeping the pacifier in his mouth.

Tonight I'm solo on bedtime detail as Kyle is away golfing (lucky guy!). These type of antics usually only happen when both of us are home versus only one being at home, so I'm already anticipating what will possibly happen tonight. Wish me luck!