So, the battle began. I picked him up, hugged him, told him good night, put him in the crib, and left the bedroom of our suite. He promptly got out, opened the door, and came to find me. I scooped him up, put him back in the crib, and left the bedroom again. Out he comes. Repeat for about twenty more minutes.
Eventually he didn't come out of the bedroom, but I could hear him out of the crib playing with the room phone. This time after I put BB in the crib, I closed the door, but stayed in the bedroom about three feet from the crib. He ran into me after he climbed out.
Three times I scooped him up after about five steps. On the fourth time, he climbed out and plopped himself down on the floor. End result...
He stayed asleep this time! I guess we both won a battle. I'll take it. Hopefully the next night will not take quite as long!