Bustin' Out of Jail

As all of you loyal BY viewers can attest, the Pizz is growing and developing at a tremendous rate. Her newest thing, over the last month or so, is turning over and pre-scooting. So much so that when we put her down to nap in her crib, she is never in the same position when we return.

To which, the DQ and I have been commenting on how we needed to lower the crib... lest the Pizz break free of her confines and break something else...

So finally, today we rectified the situation. Sort of.

It started off very simply. The Pizz did a hefty dose of spittoon in her bed during her late PM nap (She didn't take to the Daylight Savings switch so well... blegh!!!) The DQ took the Pizz away to clean up and then downstairs to prepare for her dinner. This left the Editor in charge of the crib-cleaning. Great! Since I had to rip off some sheets (which are a royal pain in the arse to change!) I figured I'd lower the mattress... Great!

I took off the bumpers... then the spittoon sheat... then pulled out the mattress (whew, really not soft... wow!) Then saw the crib directions in a nice, neat folder on top of the mattress board. (Wow, that DQ thinks of everything!!!) I re-read the directions and figure out how to detach the board. Then I lower it and reattach. (All of this while running downstairs to see the Tournament Brackets being announced!) Then put the mattress back on.

The Pizz is by now finished with her dinner and ready for her bath. The DQ arrives in the nursery with the Pizz and pawns her off on me. (I loooooove bathtime!) I dance off the with Pizz for bathtime, leaving the DQ to finish the crib.

Bathtime was completed seamlessly... but not before the Pizz wanted to streak the house! I, being the wonderful father I am, decided that was not a bad idea.... Thus we continued our routine of nightly BabyStreaking... (this includes a nice BabyMoon to both the DQ and the Ham...) What is BabyStreaking, you might ask... well... picture Will Farrell from Old School... but with the Pizz inside the GM... (usually with the Editor running around the house, screaming 'We're going streaking!!! Wooo hoooo' She loooooves it!!!)


Now the Pizz is ready for her new bedtime. The DQ is finished and I bring her to bed. I put her down, noticing how much lower I have to stoop to place her in the crib. 'Hey, babe, where are the bumpers?' 'Oh, she doesn't need them now... She also could use them to climb out...' ... 'Ok'

So we put the Pizz down to bed and go downstairs to the kitchen. I to my Brackets and the DQ to preparing the dinner. (ahhhh) Then the Pizz cries... argh... I go in and plug her... Nothing too exciting... just crying in her bed.

I go back to the kitchen and chat with the DQ. About 10 min later, the Pizz starts crying again. 'Hmm. Maybe we'll let her cry this one out....' 5 min later... still crying.... 10min... still crying, with some semblance of amplification... 15min later.... crying continues... 'Damn, I'll go plug her again!'

I drudge upstairs. I get up to her room and open the door. I look in, peering through the dark shadows.... Hmmm... I see something moving on the side of the crib... what is that? My eyes adjust to the light... Wow!

I see two legs sticking through the slat openings in the crib. Wailing and kicking away with the high pitch screams of my daughter. The Pizz was trying to break free. Seems I had caught her in the act. I start laughing.... 'Maine, you have to see this....'

She comes upstairs.... 'I think we need those bumpers.'

'Yup... I think we do'

"So close to freedom... yet so far!!!"