Last week I was cleaning in the kitchen when I heard Ellie crying in an “I’m trapped” sort of way. It was coming from upstairs, which wasn’t surprising since she often goes upstairs to look for me, finds that I’m NOT upstairs, and then cries for me to come find her. (While she can walk down stairs herself, it’s not her preferred method of travel.) So that wasn’t a surprise. What WAS a surprise was that I found her in her room, in her crib. The child has never in her life climbed out of her crib, but she’s found a way to climb into it!
