"Um, Jill...does Jackson know how to get out of his bed?" I heard her say from inside his room.
"Not that I know of..."
"Well you better come see this!"
Then from the room I hear a little voice say "I stuck, I stuck"
The poor kid didn't even know what he had gotten himself into when he swung his feet over the edge of the crib. Notice how he is looking down, unsure of what's beneath him.
So he just sat there, in a pickle, not knowing what to do. (that is the reason I was able to capture this on film...the kid was terrified.)
I guess now we should get him a toddler bed before he is actually brave enough to let go and we find ourselves in the emergency room.
I'm not going to lie, I have been dreading the day that Jack makes the switch to the toddler bed. Not because I am sad to see my little guy grow up (heaven forbid I get sentimental about this), but because I love that I can stick him in his crib and I know that he is contained in a 5x3 foot safety box. I'm afraid that without the crib to keep him out of trouble, he will wreak all sorts of havoc in his room at night.
Let the adventures, and the clean up begin!