Went to get the boys from nap ... Ryan was sitting in the middle of the floor happily, reading books.
The only other times he's gotten out of his crib were when the changing table made a convenient bridge between cribs, and when Eric left the side down on accident.
I set him back in his crib and said, "Show Mama how you did that." He grabbed the rail, supported himself on his arms (Christ, the boy is strong), threw a leg over and guided himself over like a champ, dangling from the crib until he could let go safely.
SON OF A WHOREBITCHCRAP. No no no no no no.
P.S. He was WEARING A SLEEP SACK.
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