SOMEhow, the bathroom door ended up being left open, and Avery climbed in, clothes and all. Antics like that are how he ends up with mystery bumps and bruises.
And a friend of mine posted pictures of her twins loving on each other, so I decided maybe they needed a little more "together" time. So I let them play together in the crib. It was cute, but more WWE than anything. Sigh.