The other day, around the end of nap time, I heard the familiar mumblings and giggles of waking children over the monitor. Soon, though, the sound seemed to become much clearer. Not in a the-monitor-is-static-free way but in a I-think-a-child-has-escaped way. Sure enough, Steve comes to the foot of the stairs and there's Gabe, hanging out behind the gate, smiling and waving.
Upon inspection, it would appear that he rattled the drop-front on his crib hard enough that it broke. It will stay on the crib, but drops down enough for him to climb out. I guess this means we're transitioning to toddler beds. The cribs convert, I just have to figure out how. Hoo... I am so not ready for this.