On our last visit to NY, we stayed at my Dad's house. Ben was able to have his own bedroom on the second floor. We quickly realized that Ben could open the door and crawl out. Not being totally adept at climbing down stairs, this was not a great situation. We set up wood in front of the door so at least the noise of the wood falling would wake someone up, and we would rescue Ben before he would get to the stairs.
One of the nights, I went out with a high school friend. When I came home, all three kids were sleeping. Nona and Grandpa had laid down the law, gently, and everyone went to bed without question. My father was especially proud of himself because he devised a fail safe method to keep Ben in the bedroom. He wedged 4 large and heavy RubberMaid containers (2x2) in the doorway of Ben's room. The door to the room was open but the containers blocked the way out.
Before seeing this system, I told my father I had my doubts - Ben has a way of getting around things. Once I saw the setup and felt how heavy the containers were and how tight they were wedged in, I agreed that Ben was safe inside.
Next morning, Logan came into my room telling me that Ben was awake. Knowing that Ben could not get out, I figured I had a few more moments in bed.
Logan came back. "Ben's getting out."
Jumping out of bed, I found Ben perched on top of the containers sitting "criss-cross apple sauce" with a grin on his face. If I had a camera, it would have been perfect, but I did not want to tempt fate so I got him down from his throne.
I am reminded of the children's book, "We Are Going On A Bear Hunt." For each obstacle they encounter, the family chants, 'we can't go around it, we can't go under it, we can't go over it, then, we must go through it.' It seems Ben has much the same attitude when something is in his way.