A loud thud. The alarms wailed. The spotlight searching furiuosly. The pitter patter of little feet.
I had some thoughts on a blog that I was going to write this morning. However, as I was about to begin, Malaia walked up behind me in the computer room. We've had our first jail break. I suspected it was coming for some time now. When we originally put the crib together in Malaia's room it had four settings for height, and we decided to put it at the third lowest setting. And as it turns out that's no longer good enough. So now I have to decide if it's worth dropping it the four extra inches. I honestly don't think it will make a difference to this particular little girl. She has a rediculous climbing ability. The good news is that we bought a 4-in-1 crib so the next step would be to turn it into a day bed with half walls at the front and a spot to crawl down. I don't think Ang and I are quite ready for that though. There's a certain peace one feels knowing that the baby is safe in the confines of their crib, with nowhere to go.
So it's a dark day in this household as the prisoner will be arraigned and a verdict reached. Prison for life or moved to a medium security facility with day passes.