Two years, 1 week, and 3 days

That's exactly how long it took my sweet baby girl to climb out of her crib. Fortunately, she didn't get hurt, but she scared me to death. She cried as I put her to bed tonight, which has been happening occasionally. So, I pulled the door closed behind me and went down to pack her lunch for tomorrow. I put the dog outside and started folding some clothes that were on the drying rack. I can hear her crying all the while. I heard a loud noise, and thought it was the dog getting into something outside. Then, I realized the crying got louder. I flew up the stairs. Maddy was standing there just as scared as I was. So, I checked her for bumps and bruises. All was clear. I rocked her, laid her back in her crib and patted her a bit. (at this point I'm thinking the whole climbing out of the crib thing was a fluke) So, as I left the room this time she started crying again. I pulled the door shut and decided to watch her. In mere seconds she had thrown her right leg over the end of the crib and hoisted herself up and over. I rushed in and grabbed her on her way down. And so it ends. That wonderful invention that keeps children locked up for the night, no longer works. Mom found this incredibly amusing, because apparently I mastered the escape at 18 months. So, at this moment, my little angel is asleep on a mattress on the floor in her bedroom. And Chris' first item on his "to do" list, when he returns from Virginia, is to re-assemble the crib into a toddler bed. Here's hoping the only companion I have in bed tonight is the dog! :-)

Here's a fairly recent picture of Maddy off on a walk. Check out the pink cowgirl boots! They were passed down from Cousin Olivia. Aren't they awesome?!?!