On Sunday, Liam learned how to climb out of Pack’n'Plays.

On Monday morning, he demonstrated that he can also climb out of his crib.

Today, I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day, after which I usually go get the kids up, when the kids’ door popped open, and there was Liam, doing his cutest Remy the Rat hand-clasping impression and smiling at me proudly.

Which means that not only am I going to have a newborn in two weeks or less (39 weeks today, people!), but I am also the proud possessor of an almost 22-month-old who can get out of bed and then let himself out of his room at will.

The Husbandlet is under orders not to come home tonight unless he brings something to attach our new crib tent to Liam’s crib, or, barring that, something to attach LIAM to his crib. Not that we actually think such a thing has been invented.