We came home, moved the bedroom furniture around, swept and mopped the floor, took the toys to the toy closet, set the bed all up and prayed that the night wouldn't be too much of a fiasco. Neither one of us were expecting this little child-of-ours to actually stay in his bed for more than 30 seconds time. We even put a child-safety-knob on the inside of the door so at least he wouldn't be able to leave his room. We went through the bedtime routine: read him his books, said family prayers, said his prayer, sang him a song, laid him down with cow and blanket, kissed his little forehead and closed the door -fingers crossed.
About seven minutes later he started calling for us. And calling. And calling. And calling. So I poked my head in to find my sweet child stark naked, covered in poop, diaper tossed aside and sheets a mess. (I dealt with this very same scene at nap time that day, and two other times in the last four or five days. Hubby wasn't quite as prepared for the scene.) Hubby showered him off while I changed the sheets, mopped the floor, inspected his slew of stuffed animal friends -and the children's My First Book of Mormon he insists on having in bed with him every night- for well, you know what. I safety pinned the zipper on his pajamas so he couldn't strip himself naked again, and we tried again.
Success!! My friends the sweet angel child slept the whole entire night in his own bed. Around five we heard a pretty solid clunk. He'd fallen off the mattress (6" off the ground) and was howling, holding his head. I laid back down with him & fell back to sleep with him until 7 this morning. Glorious!!
Good job my little Bubba!