Foosa the Escape Artist

Sigh. I was Team 'Crib Forever.' The confines of that thing are wonderful. Used very effectively for time outs. (No one start with me on the 'never use the sleeping area for time outs, negative associations, blah,blah,blah.' For Foosa, it has been great.) And if he would stir from a nap or in the morning and not have anywhere to go, 99 times out of 100 he would go back to sleep within a few minutes and remain there until an appropriate waking time. And then it happened. On day 10 of Foosa's 6th cruise (narrative pending), he discovered how to get out of the pack and play the cruise line provided. This really didn't bother me, it was right next to the bed so he could just flip over to the mattress instead of taking the long journey to the floor. The next morning when he woke up (far too early) he climbed out of the crib, onto the bed, then on to the floor, located a Thomas book, and crawled back into the bed, wedged himself between his father and me, and exclaimed, 'Read the book!' It was adorable, but he was cranky the rest of the day due to inadequate sleep and refused to nap, prefer to climb out with greater and greater proficiency each time we put him in it. However the pack and play is much shorter than his crib at home, so I wasn't worried yet. Yesterday was an exhausting day of travel home, so he went to bed when we got in without complaint, and didn't get up until the stupid cat starting wailing for his breakfast. (Cat, you have an automatic feeder. Wait for it to turn on instead of bothering us about it.) And then...<insert dramatic music here>

Ill behavior in the early afternoon resulted in him being sent to time out. It was about 60 seconds before we heard a thud and then gleeful laughter. And back to the sun room he came running, very pleased with himself.

27 months old today and Foosa can climb out of the crib. Sniff. My baby is growing up. And life as we know it will never be the same.