Saturday evening, Tim heard Ryan crying. He went to check on him but there was a problem. The door knob to Ryan's room wouldn't budge. Ryan was screaming while we were frantically trying to figure out how to get in the room. He was in his crib, so we knew he was fine. But it isn't ok to be locked out of your baby's room. So after an hour and a half, two neighbors, three screw drivers, a hammer and a big mess we got in and Ryan was sound asleep. This picture of him in his crib is one from earlier this summer. Who sleeps through a hammer banging on the door?