It's happening. George has started climbing out of his crib. I actually expected him to do it way sooner than this because he's such an agile little guy. But anyway, it's happening now. Bedtime was really rough for a few nights until I thought, "What did I do when the girls started doing this?" And then Chris reminded me the total hell we went through for a few months with them, until I started singing them to sleep. Staying with them until they went to sleep was against my ideals at the time, but I chucked that ideal out the window when I realized how much more peaceful bedtime was for them and for me. If doing that is my big crime as a mom, I'll happily be that criminal! It's been about 2 years that I've been singing them to sleep. And I knew doing that with Georgey would be helpful. So, I sat the girls down and told them it was time to start going to bed on their own; that Mommy and Daddy would still tuck them in and listen to their prayers, and that we'd leave their door open if they needed it, but that they had to go to bed on their own. They've been little champs about it. They chat and sing for just a few minutes, and then they go to sleep just fine. And staying with Georgey is working well. Sleep is precious around here; ideals are for the birds.