The little guy is scheming. I watched as he threw his blankets, pillow and stuffed animals over, so as to have a soft landing in the event that he successfully made it over.
One grunting face.
Another grunting face.
He didn't make it over today, but it will come soon. The crib will soon transform into a toddler bed. I just wonder if he will stay in his bed when he is supposed to be sleeping.
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