This is what happens when you try to wake up before 6 a.m. Mommy and Daddy pretend they don't hear you, because that's way too early to be awake, and then you fall back asleep in front of the door, waiting for someone to rescue you. And then you don't actually wake back up until almost 9 a.m., because really, you're our sleepyhead anyway. Seems like you could have saved yourself (and us) the trouble and just stayed in your nice, comfy bed.
Sooner or later, we're going to have to set the twins free. From the beginning, we've kept all of the boys contained in their rooms with child safety knobs on the inside of their bedroom doors. It kept them from wandering down the halls, into the bathroom or the laundry room or from falling down the double set of stairs at the end of the hall. It's also kept us sane. Trust me.
Connor eventually won his freedom, what with the whole potty training and morning self-sufficiency thing. He can get himself up, take care of business, and make his way downstairs without any help these days, which is really, really nice.
But we're eventually going to have to wander into that not-so-fun stage of overnight potty training with the twins, where access to an actual potty will be important. They're not quite ready for that yet, but it probably won't be too much longer. And I'm not really looking forward to it. Not in the least.
The problem, of course, is getting them to stay in their rooms at all, much less until a decent hour in the morning. Because if our routine lately is any indication, running up and down the halls and the stairs never loses its appeal. Sawyer will even go so far as to run upstairs in the morning, throw open the door to Connor's room (with him still trying to sleep inside) and run in to his coveted bookshelf for some reading material. Did I mention he's also usually dancing and jabbering?
If he's awake, everyone else should be, too, right? And that is exactly what I don't look forward to with this next stage. His internal clock thinks the day begins anywhere from 6:30 to 7:30. Mine, and the other two boys, is much closer to 8 or 9. Good times.