I was mostly asleep when there was a tremendous Crash! followed by metallic pinging sounds.
My sleep-filled brain translated these noises into "Oh my god! Logan has shaken his crib apart, fallen to the ground and is buried under a piles of crib pieces and so hurt he's not crying!". With this frantic thought in mind, I vaulted out of bed, down the hall and into the twin's room where I flipped on the light and saw --
two sleepy babies looking up at me, wondering why I was waking them up.
They were happy to see me, though, and after a bit of milk went right back to sleep.
Eric pointed out the baby gate that was on the floor in the hallway - apparently a cat had knocked it over. Amazingly enough the sound of the crash didn't wake the babies. I did.
The metallic pinging sound was caused by the frame in Caitlin's room that Logan's crib banging had caused to fall off the shelf and shatter on the floor. In the middle of the night. At the same time the gate fell.
Goooood instincts! Baaaad translation.