So, first things first. Devin can climb out of his crib and open his door. This is usually the sign of Drastic Changes In Your Morning Routine. This morning, I was still lying in bed when I heard Devin open his door and close it, and usually he makes his way upstairs to see us. Lately, however, he has shown more interest in Things Downstairs, since that is where we use Skype to do some video phone action with Grandma. This morning was no different. We left the downstairs gate open, so the dogs could go in out and (mental note: dogs stay in bed with us until we get up) as such, Devin decided he would go downstairs.

Things were quiet for a while, so I got up, walked downstairs and didn't see Devin, so I assumed he got up and broke into Maya's room for some morning fun. Not at all. I got Maya up, started getting her dressed and then I saw Devin poke his head up from the stairs. He ran up and said good morning, and I got him changed. I didn't really think anything of it, rather than needing to close the gate at night.

Then, as I started getting Devin changed, I felt the footies on his pajamas were all wet.

I looked him in the eye and asked, "Did you go downstairs?"
"Yes," he replied, rather matter of factly.
"Did you go into daddy's office?"
"Yes."
"Did you go outside?"
"Yes."

Mental note now made to *really* make sure I close the gate at night. I verified by looking out of my office window, and sure enough one of his toy cars is laying out there. Life changes yet again.

Oh, and speaking of the toy airplane - I got a neat little toy airplane that makes take-off and cruising noises and has some blinky blinky lights. I didn't expect to get one for Maya, as I was hoping to get something different for her, maybe some sort of Ben Franklin doll, or maybe a replica Liberty Bell, you know, something appropriate for a 2 year old. Well I didn't find anything in the airport, and I knew I had stashed a few unopened Matchbox/Hot Wheels cars in a cabinet for future use, so I figured I'm ok with just the one airplane. Fast forward to today at lunch, when I go upstairs to have family lunch and I produce the airplane and the car. The airplane? Huge hit. *HUGE*. Sidebar: I watched Devin playing with the plane in his crib for about 30 minutes before he fell asleep.   Rewind to lunch time, and all hell is breaking loose because Maya is not even the least bit interested in the Toyota Truck with raised suspension and Baja-style body work and spare tire.  No, even Devin pushed away Ramone in favor of the Ja-Ru toy Delta airplane, and Maya was none-too-happy about it. In fact, her only consolation was to be removed, after lunch, to Steph's computer where she and Daddy watched a few videos and played some games on SesameStreet.org.  By the way, if you haven't experienced that website, you should.  The indexing on videos has quite a few notches on the Belt of Awesome.

My last-ditch effort was to call a colleague who is on a return flight this evening, and have her pick up another plane from the airport... Here's hoping she isn't delayed.