It was 6:30 a.m. and there he was...Max...standing at my bedside with Maggie.
WHAAAAT? Was this a bad dream? A sick joke? This could NOT be a good thing. Last I checked he was snug as a bug in his crib. He was SAFELY ensconced in his "cage."
Now, here he was....staring me in my morning face. How did this happen?
He was only too happy to oblige me and SHOW me how. Take a looksy for yourselves.
Yep, this is a MOST unfortunate discovery for him to make, FOR SURE!
(did I mention that with maggie we never even moved the crib down from the highest setting and she NEVER once attempted to climb out, much less got out? Yeah, this kid is ALLLL busy boy.)
Anyone got a spare crib tent they wanna loan me for a couple months? I'm NOT ready to give up my peace of mind just yet.
File this one under "the suck".
Monkey boys and early mornings,