Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Escape Artist

Anderson escaped from his crib last night. Over and over again. It went something like this: thud, step, step, step, doornob turning, "Oh, hi, daddy! Watch TV?"

Somehow it was almost as funny as it was maddening. I'm not ready for him to be in a big bed. Not yet. Let him stay my sweet crib-sleeping baby for just a little while longer. Needless to say I ran him around the park this afternoon for about an hour to tire him out. So far it's worked.

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