I was peacefully sleeping in my bed this morning when Carter started screaming for me to come get him. Being that it was only 7:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, I decided to let him howl for a little while to see if he would drift back off to sleep. This ended up being a bad idea from the get go because I was never able to get back to my peaceful slumber with all of his persistent racket. I even tried to no avail to cover my ears with my pillow. Unfortunately, he kept howling until about 7:30 a.m. when he decided to scale his crib bars and climb over. I didn't know any of this was going on until I heard a very loud THUMPETY THUMP THUMP and a very loud WAAA! I knew instantly that my little monkey had climbed out of his crib, and my heart jumped out of my chest as I sprang of my mattress. Nothing mattered except getting to him...and FAST. He was already sitting up and rubbing his head when I came bounding into his nursery. After scooping him up and searching him from head to toe, I quickly determined that he was going to make it without even a scratch. Not even three minutes passed by before he stopped crying and was ready to go on with his day.
I feel kind of sad that Carter figured out how to climb out of his crib because it is just another reminder that my baby is turning into a "big boy." I view this as sort of a right of passage that I believe most babies/toddlers learn to do. I know that I should consider myself lucky that he is 17 months old and just learning to figure this out (my little brother learned to do this when he was just 9 months old). I'm going to really miss letting him sleep or play in his bed while I go about my business. Now I've got to brainstorm and figure out other ways to keep him safe especially while I'm still sleeping.
