Roscoe is officially no longer behind bars. This afternoon I took to task taking apart his crib and setting up the toddler bed in it's place. I can't tell who is more excited, him or Isla! The two of them spent a good hour jumping from bed to bed in their room, setting up a fortress of stuffies and cars around the perimeter of their mattresses and giggling to one another about Roscoe's new found freedom. Little did he realize that once bedtime came around, the toddler bed came with the same set of rules, only this time it's self control he has to exercise rather than the gymnastics of trying to climb out. He did pretty well for the first night. Now I'm anxious to see who beats who into mommy's room tomorrow a.m???