Nathan, Nathan, NATHAN!!!

Nathan learned to do two terrifying things this week. Each is terrifying on its own, but together they just might be the end of the world.

He learned
1. To get out of his crib by himself
and
2. To open closed doors.

Yesterday morning, I awakened to the sweet sounds of little Nathan POUNDING on my Mother-in-law's piano upstairs. Yikes....

Then, when I put Nathan down for a nap, I put Blake in the bath tub and went to go get some stuff out of the kitchen. Upon my return, this is what I found:

(Yes, that is Nathan fully dressed, having jumped in to join his brother.)

And then this morning topped it all off. I was awakened by Isaac crying this morning, so I went into his and Nathan's room to check on him and discovered that Nathan wasn't there. I started looking around for him all over the basement. Couldn't find him. Went upstairs. Couldn't find him. Starting to panic now, realizing that there are so many things he could have hurt or could have been hurt by, I started yelling his name.

I finally found him asleep on the doormat by the door that leads to the garage.

He was completely naked, except for a diaper, and trembling from the cold.

He had obviously been thirsty, because he had gathered every bottle of everything, from soda to household cleaners, and the one bottle he had managed to open (which was, luckily [considering the options] Cherry 7-up) had been spilled all over him and the floor. As I approached him, he awoke with a start and began screaming and screaming. I knew that my mother-and father-in-law were still sleeping, so I tried to keep him as quiet as I could while I cleaned and comforted him. Poor baby. He was really startled and had obviously been through a great ordeal.

So, my father-in-law put a lock on Nathan's door, so I can lock him in his bedroom. It seems cruel. At the same time, though, it's for his own safety. Poor little dude. This is a very hard age!