Chicken wire or a shock fence ,
or time for a big boy bed he has to stay ahead of the Babby

CF, I'm telling you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cG-GB84SL_w

Time to prove you're human....

wtf?

dJzG, maybe?

I always seem to get those wrong first time, grumble grumble

Yeah, I think so, but look how much I magnified it by. These things are getting stupid -all I wanted to do was play Euchre online ffs. It doesn't even keep the spammers out anyway. By the time I worked it out I was timed out AGAIN. I can do them better when I'm drunk tbh.

Clod, he sounds just like my son. Bedtime was ugly, for years. We tired almost everything short of locking his door.

If it's any consolation, it did eventually stop, and he now plays second base, watches Zoey 101, complains about the need to memorize multiplication tables, and sleeps all night in his own room.

This is basically what we do, except we installed a screen door on the girl's room. We put her in her toddler bed and leave the door cracked, but the screen door completely closed.

Sometimes, she gets back up, opens the door and fusses at the screen door, but we stay out of sight -- and she gets back in bed (she even shuts the door, as if the whole thing was just a staged protest).

...At naptimes, she does do the whole pass out on the floor thing sometimes. But that is happening less often. Because she is in charge of being in bed (and isn't "trapped"), she realizes that she actually prefers it.

He just wants to be memorable.

We kept our son in a crib until he was old enough to say "I want a bed like [my sister] without bars on it." Luckily, he had never figured out how to climb out of it. The sides were too tall, and there was nothing to step on.

Thor was out of his and over the gate very, very early. We tethered a hungry bear so it could just reach anything that crossed the gate.

We never really used a crib... just put them in bed with me/us. Layed down with them for a bit until they fell asleep...
Spencer slept in a crib with the side removed pushed up against my bed when Ippy was a baby.

Quit saying things about me... that don't end in -rrific.