The Great Escape

One morning, instead of Noah's usual wake-up sounds ("Mama! Dada! Bug!..."), I heard him say over and over again: "Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh." I was intrigued. So I didn't wait to check it out. When I walked in, this is what I saw.

Bless his heart, he didn't even try to escape.

That's grounds for a new crib, since it probably doesn't meet the safety standards. But I kind of forgot about it because that was an isolated event. Until this morning. I was awake and attempting to be productive, when I walk past his room and notice the door is open. Strange, I think to myself. He doesn't sleep with the door open. I peek through the doorway, and there, Noah stands victorious, liberated from the crib, with his two little feet firmly planted on the ground. He looks so proud. He points to the crib wall on the floor, and explains how he managed his escape: "Wheeeeee!" he says, his word for "slide". Well done, Noah.