Em escaped.
Yesterday morning we woke to her cheerful, "Hi, Mama!" as she climbed into our bed.
J's first reaction was to look at me and say, "Did you let her out?"
Most certainly not.
She also has a black eye.
I think she hit the corner of her crib while going over. Not that she cried about it. It was much too exhilarating an experience to cry over.
By nap time Em was exhausted. Thanks to getting up an hour early and abrakadoodling. She crashed hard and never tried to climb out.
We held out hope that the shiner on her face was lesson enough. That she would settle in and that would be the end of it.
Ten minutes after goodnight kisses and closing the door, she opened it. Her face was radiant.
Her glowing expression said,
"I'm baaa-ack! How awesome is this? We can play all night now!"
Immediately, Em was hustled back to her room. J popped open her PeaPod travel bed and we zipped her inside.
She cried like her heart was broken.
I felt awful.
And then I remembered that a friend's child spent months in a cast after breaking his leg during a crib dive. And her black eye is still fresh. Not to mention the scabbing so close to her eye that could have meant stitches or worse.
Guilt-be-gone.
*Crib tent has been purchased and will be arriving soon. I wonder if the nice lady and compliant toddler come with it and if she cooks and does laundry? What a deal!
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