Seems like he was showing his Mom how he could climb into his crib, then showing how he could climb OUT:
He'd then do some bizarre victory dance/yell each time while we laughed it up:
Turns out that's not the best thing to do at 8 at night when you are hoping he's going to go to sleep in just a bit. 30 minutes later, after catching him outside his door for the 4th time, doing his best impression of Terrell Owens and the promise of a spanking of EPIC proportions, he finally stayed in his room. Before now, Ang and I switched off nights putting Rakes to bed, since it usually results in one of us heading to the medicine cabinet.
After this development, I'm guessing we'll be fighting over who gets Rakes ready for sleep from now on, with the loser dealing with the monkey in the next room.
Who could have seen THAT coming?