"I fall down, broke a head!"

Liam climbed out of his crib this morning.

To be fair, Liam has climbed out of his crib for the last several mornings, and after a couple of naps, but I had him figured out. I'm a 31-year-old, college-educated woman after all--I can out0smart a two-year-old!

False.


What I figured out was, he was climbing out of his crib and onto a trunk that was next to it, holding his laundry basket and a few other things about 2 feet off the ground. He was aiming for falling into his laundry basket for a soft cushion to his escape. Not bad, right? Well, his smart Mommy decided, the easiest way to combat this was to move the crib about a foot away from the trunk. Problem solved, right?

Well, no. This morning, I heard Liam calling for me the same way I do every morning. I got up to get his fresh sippy cup, and on my way to his room, I heard a crash. Then a cry. I rushed in and found him lying on the floor next to his crib, sobbing. It was that horrible, hiccupy sobbing that just breaks your heart into a million pieces. I picked him up and comforted him, and, when he asked for Daddy, I put him on his changing table to call Kurt. I quickly explained what happened, and then put Kurt of speaker so that Liam could talk to him.

"Hey buddy," said Kurt. "What happened?"

"Daddy, I fall down, broke a head!" Liam said miserably, then burst into fresh tears.

he has since perked up and is doing much better, but "I fall down, broke a head" has become his new mantra. I guess all kids have that thing they repeat endlessly, and I'm not sure if this will really be Liam's as he has only said it a few times and isn't exactly obsessing about it. Either way, it sure is cute!

:::edit:::

Later this same day, I explained to Lia, that he didn't need to climb out of his crib and could simply call for Mommy or Daddy when he is ready to get out and start his day. We have found much success with this, with nary an escape attempt to speak of since his big fall. Don't worry, though: a big boy bed is imminent!