Warning: Proceed with Caution.

This is the phrase for which I feel should precede all aspects of raising a child. Coming to you live right now from my SON's bedroom floor; here I am. You see; we recently switched Owen's bed from the lovely blessed crib (another one of those awesome things that I didn't really realize was awesome until it no longer exists) to his "big boy" toddler bed, which allows him to enter and exit the bed as he so desires. Now we made the change from the crib to toddler bed to prevent neck injuries and other bodily harm that he may cause to himself because he had become able to escape the crib via Tony Hawke moves. Now; as I sit and write to you from his bedroom floor, Owen has decided that he would like nothing to do with his bed, room, expensive Melissa and Doug over-priced lovely toys but would rather lay in the middle of my bedroom floor, looking up at the ceiling fan. Sleep? No. Totally overrated apparently. On top of that, I am locked out of my office because when the decision to make this bed change took place, it was also necessary (according to my husband, who is probably 100% correct in his thoughts...) that we lock from the inside-out all other rooms in the house and enter them by using a special "key" (made out of a wire coat hanger) that can "easily" be used to unlock the door by any patient adult. I would re-write that last sentence for emphasis but I do not have the patience to do so. This special key, is located approximately 2 feet above my head on the top of the door frame; or it was until when attempting to grab it (this involves taking an actual running jump for me--or a ladder, which I'm just now realizing would have been a better solution), knocked it down and it landed underneath the door of the office. It was truly an epic move to be noted in history. So again, I as I sit here on Owen's floor, I warn you: proceed with caution and have a fantastic day.