Houston? We have a problem.

Baby Jail doesn’t work anymore! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

I put the girls to bed tonight, just like usual. 5 minutes later, I hear “movement”. 2 minutes later, I hear …

“I downstairs.” 😀 Said with a BIG grin.

So, up we went again. After crying and screaming for a few minutes, over the baby toys in the closet that they’d pulled out prior to coming downstairs, they each picked one and into baby jail they went again.

3 minutes later, I hear …

“I downstairs again!” 😀 Said with a BIGGER grin.

And then I hear …

“I coming!” from Abby, standing at the top of the stairs. And down she came.

What are we going to do? Our life has just changed forever!!!