I had a wonderful night's sleep last night. Wonder of wonders, Ethan immediately fell asleep when we put him to bed, and we didn't hear a peep out of him until approximately 6:40 this morning (well within the boundaries of good taste). At that time, he came running out of his room with a bewildered look, yelling, "Up! I'm up! I got up!"
This afternoon's nap was only slightly more difficult. I cringed when I thought of today's nap because I just knew daylight would make it more difficult for him to understand he had to stay in bed. However, he only tried to escape the confines of his bedroom prison twice. The first time I told him he had to go back to bed and he did, but only momentarily. The second time he tried, Greg caught him and put him back. That was the end of it.
One more rite of passage down. It's sad, in a way, to think he won't be needing his crib any longer. On the other hand, this means he will be able to sleep in a real bed and we won't have to drag his pack-n-play along wherever we go.