You read that correctly.
Little C climbed out of her crib!!
Yesterday, during her morning nap, I heard her playing around and knew she was awake. But, I left her in there as long as she was content so that I could get my lunch on before the munchkins demanded every bit of my attention again... in the middle of my delicious-salad-making-sesh Cameron busted out with a super loud cry. After about 4 seconds, she just whimpered a couple times and returned to her normal low-key, "mommy come get me" cry. I thought about finishing my salad prep (which ended being the BOMB.com, btw), but decided I should check on my leetle one. I could finish my work with a baby on my hip. So I scampered off to Cameron's room, opened the door, and what did I find? A teeny little 11-month-old munchkin sitting on the floor right by the door with paci in mouth, blanky in hand, and tears in her eyes!! Oh my goodness. It was the scariest/most adorable thing of my life.
I'm still kind of in shock about it. Avery has still, to this day, never climbed out of her crib!
Ohhhhh C-Lil. What am I gonna do with you??