The Great Escape

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?”

Oh boy. 

This drastically changes things around here.