oh dear

On the way to Vermont last weekend, you fell asleep, of course, in the car about a half hour before we got to the house. After fully waking up and playing a little, it was time to put you in the pac n play. The screaming that ensued was different from your usual moaning and fussing. It sounded strange. Then I went to the bedroom door to see you standing, bewildered and red-faced, in front of the door.

You totally hopped the fence. You climbed out of your pac n play for the first time ever.

The next day when it was time for you nap I watched from a crack in the door as you swung your left foot up to the top of the rail and proceeded to hoist yourself over the side.

But wait, it gets better. Since we couldn't leave you in the pac n play, we put you to sleep, in our room, in a toddler aero bed. This worked out fine the first night. Then Saturday night, in the middle of the night, I woke up and glanced over at your spot.

"Jon, he's gone!"

Jon jumped out of bed so fast and ran around to where the aero bed was. "No, I heard him cry on your side of the room!" I exclaimed.

Jackson, you had scooched, or crawled, we don't know how, all the way UNDER the queen bed we were sleeping in, and were mewling like a lost cat on Jon's side of the bed. How he didn't squash you when he jumped out of bed I don't know, but I am thankful he missed you.

We have to figure out a new travel sleep situation.

{PS funny picture on flickr}