Henry has been able to climb out of his crib the better part of a year now. However, this was a skill he seldom chose to display. This week he has been a climbing machine. Perhaps he's just been honing his technique. At any rate, every single time we put him down to sleep, be it for a midday nap or at night, he has almost immediately freed himself from the confines of his crib to play, explore, and ultimately fall asleep in front of his door, thus forcing Todd or I to inadvertently whack our boy in the head upon entering. Twice, I even found him nested in the dirty laundry.
As I saw it, he was able to climb out of said crib, no problem. Climbing back in was a bit of a sticky wicket. Our course became clear: convert the crib to its toddler bed formation, a la the lamest transformer of all. Thus the problem should be resolved--he can totally climb back into bed. Yesterday, I once again hit Henry in the noggin when he instead napped on the floor in front of his bedroom door. Duct tape ain't looking so bad now. Or at very least, a helmut.
