Poor Alex.

Erik and I are sleeping this morning, rather soundly I might add. You can feel it is just one of those days where you are going to want to stay snuggled in as long as possible. Good night of sleep, first snowfall of the year, and BOOM we hear a crash come from Alex's room. We both sit straight up, look at each other, and RUN like crazy to his room. There lies Alex wailing at the top of his lungs OUTSIDE of his crib. Alex is not even 9 months yet-3 days to go and he manages to fall or crawl out of his crib. What?

Thank God (literally) that he was okay. Erik and I brought him back to our cozy bed with us. I think we were all more scared than anything but we checked him over from head to toe and he seemed fine. Anthony never even attempted to crawl out of his crib until he was over a year, I want to say closer to a year and a half. Granted we probably lowered it before he had the opportunity but since it did not seem feasible that Alex's legs or arms could be long enough to get himself over so I was not yet concerned about lowering it. Once again my children proving me wrong when I thought I had it figured out. Needless to say Erik lowered it 6 inches and now I feel like I need to crawl in his crib to get him out. Let me tell you, not a cute sight to see.