It only took him 18 months,
but Micah’s mastered climbing out of his crib.
In his sleep sack.
Bravo little man, bravo.
This morning I woke up to giggling in the living room.
I walked in to find this little guy happily playing with his brother.
He looked pretty proud of himself.
Then Calvin said:
“When I opened my eyes this morning I felt something hard and I thought it was a rock, but it wasn’t it was Micah. He was sleeping by the crack and the wall. How did he get in my bed?”
This drastically changes things around here.