Our daughter could climb out of her crib at 11 months. She would wake up during the night (while we were sleeping) and wander around, including climbing on the counter to get something to eat. On the weekend she turned two, she went outside.
It was terrifying to wake up at 6:30 that morning and find that she was missing. We were visiting my parents at their brand new lake home. It took us 20 minutes to find her.
I can’t imagine having to protect two of her!! Each kid humbled us, but she (#4) brought me to my knees. I finally learned that it is online by the grade of God that kids make it through childhood and that it isn’t always “bad parenting” when a kid is particularly difficult. Some are just plain tough.
I sleepwalked as a kid. They said I would get out of bed, walk to the front door, and try to go outside; they would just lead me back to bed. It didn’t last long.
I was a handful both young and older (until about 14.)
I would get out of my crib and they tried a net over the top, and I think some sort of belt thing around my waist (so I’m told). I would eat the sandwiches my mom had made for lunch for my older siblings. Once left early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to go to church, etc. (I’m not sure either of the devices worked.)
At our Rehearsal Dinner my mom mentioned a couple of other stories and explained that’s why she has so much white hair. “And to you my son - I hope that you have twice as much trouble as you gave me!” (Sort of joking - she loved me and was very proud of me once I got older).
Many years later we had twins that were a handful. “Gee - thanks Mom!” Of course looking back we wouldn’t trade it for anything.