Flashback...

Since nothing particularly hilarious has taken place in the past week or so (believe it or not), I will share a story from about a year ago. The boys were particularly wound up one night. With much effort, we were able to get them to go to bed. Gave kisses, turned on their sleep music, turned off the light, and went down the stairs. I don't remember what Jeff and I were doing. Probably watching something incredibly exciting on t.v.. We usually have the monitor on, but for some reason it was off that night. This was back in the day when there was so playing that went on after lights out. We heard some racket, but nothing out of the ordinary. Or so we thought. At some point, I ventured up to their room. As I started up the stairs I realized that the racket was a cry, and a distress call. I ran up the stairs and swung open the door. There was Asa, wedged between his headboard and the wall. They were in twin beds, which were incredibly heavy. His belly had stopped him from falling completely behind the bed... and he was stuck. I stood there for a while, how did he get like this? It wasn't a mystery for long. After freeing Asa (who wasn't hurt but scared that he was going to be "stuck there all night long", I learned the whole story. Both boys were taking turns standing at the top of their headboards and leaping onto the bed. Asa's foot must have slipped and he fell behind. This little adventure didn't deter them from jumping on the bed, but it did stop them from jumping off the HEADBOARDS!