So it’s about 2:00pm on Sunday afternoon, and the kids are exhausted.  We just got back from a LONG car ride to a FAR away park.  They are both ready to chill and take a nap.  Kam goes to her room, and lays in bed while watching TV.  My 19-month old Jax, acts tired… but really isn’t.  I put him in his crib, kiss him, and tell him that I will see him in a couple of hours.

Well… as I walk away, he starts crying.  Crying.  Crying.  And crying some more.  I decide to just leave him in his room, and to not go get him.  I decide to clean the house.  A clean house = a clean mind = a clean life

I am in the master bathroom cleaning away…for about 15 minutes or so… and I hear a little laugh.  I turn around and guess who is there… Yep… my son!  I immediately go to Kameryn’s room and ask her why she got him out of the crib.  Her response: “I didn’t mom… I kept hearing someone banging on his door, and I opened the door, and there he was”.

I couldn’t believe it.  So I decided to put it to test… Sure enough, this little rascal can get out of his crib on his OWN.

Oh yeah this looks like his “uh oh” face doesn’t it?