The End of an Era or Holy Crap She did WHAT?

It was bound to happen.

Sooner or later.

I prayed for later...

My little Houdini escaped the very nest that keeps her safe, warm, and outta mommy's hair some afternoons. K climbed out of the crib!

She awoke this afternoon like any other, "MAW-MEE...where ARE you?"

We all walked excitedly to her room as we were heading over to Yaya's next to swim and BBQ. Once we reached the room and turned the knob, there she stood, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed behind the door!

Hubby and I stared at eachother in pure terror. Then terror softened to awe as our little one is growing up. But how the heck did she escape the crib without us hearing a THUD followed by high-pitched wailing?

Nevertheless, it is what it is. She can get out of her crib on her own, at will. We'll have to take it down soon. We don't want her doing this regularly and risking injury.

Just like that, the nap and bedtime routine we perfected at 8 months old, just got a little trickier. K is ready to move on to bigger and better sleeping arrangements. I'm not. But, she is.

Hold me.