27 Times

Yup, last night I climbed out of my crib 27 times between 8:30 and 10:00pm. Mommy and daddy always responded by simply picking me up and putting me back in my crib with no feedback (positive or negative). The theory is that eventually I will learn that there is nothing to be gained by climbing out of my crib. We will see. They read about it in some book. Nevertheless, 27 crib escapes is pretty impressive.

No crib can hold the Fish!

Today was big. I finally did it. I had been planning my escape for weeks maybe months. But I was either lacking the perfect plan or the necessary agility to pull it off. Today was different. Everything came together perfectly. My technique was to first throw my right leg over the end of the crib while balancing my body on the front of the crib. (see picture 1). Then I would hold on to the top of the end of the crib and slowly shimmy my way down. The perfect plan...perfectly executed. It all went down today at nap time. When daddy put me down I didn't make a peep. I was quite as a mouse. The beauty of this technique is that I can pull it off without making any noise. After I escaped I slowly walked out to the front room and open the french doors. Daddy was sitting on the couch when I walked in and calmly asked "have you seen the Wiggles dvd?" He looked like he had seen a ghost. I could not contain the giggles and I laughed and laughed. Daddy put me back in the crib, but it was too late, I had mastered the technique. I escaped 6 more times before mommy and daddy took me for a ride in the car and I fell asleep. Daddy caught me in the act one time and took some pictures for the record. My mistake that time was trying to bring my monkey along with me (see picture 2). The final picture is me breaking through the french doors after one of my escapes. Look at that smile I am wearing...true joy at a job well done.

Moving to Barnes & Noble

Well it appears that some big changes are in store. After a lot of long discussion between mommy, daddy and I we have decided to move back to the Midwest; Chicago to be specific. Daddy asked me if I wanted to stay here or move to Chicago. I told him I wanted to move to Barnes & Noble. Barnes & Noble has the best Thomas the Train set up you will ever find. But after some good discussion I told daddy that I thought the move was a good idea. Here is the way I see it: I'll be able to see both grandpa and grandmas a lot more...which is awesome! And I will be close to the 2 coolest cats in Nape-town...kelly and julian. Not to mention all the other friends and family that will be close by. It seems like a no-brainer to me. And I hear rumors that Chicago has a Barnes & Noble. I just hope that one has a Thomas the Train as well.

I am not done sleeping!

As you can see from these pictures I was clearly not ready to get up from my nap. I don't know about you, but I have the hardest time getting my bearings after a long sleep. For instance, the other day when daddy came into get me up for school I told him "go away-I'm not done sleeping." He did not go away and I had to get up. Sometimes I can't make up my mind if I want to get up or not. My body wakes me up, but my brain doesn't want to come along for the ride. Those days are particularly tough. It is funny, because when I was little I was always an early riser (just like grampa muck). But now I love my sleep. I guess I take after mommy after all. It is crazy how things change as you age.