
It's Saturday morning 7:00ish (am) and James and I are enjoying staring at our eyelids. I begin to hear Blake start his usual morning cry, signaling that it is time to get him out of his jailhouse bed. I think to myself, " no, not yet... too tired." I knew James was not going to stir. He just got home a half hour earlier from being called into the hospital at 3:00 am...ugh. Which means, I was awake at 3 am and again at 6:30am when he climbed back into bed. Not to mention that I went to bed after 11:00 pm. So, yes, I am tired and not ready to get the monkey out of his bed. Just 15 more minutes will help me out. Well.... Blake was on a different page this morning. He decided that mommy's 15 minute delay will not do! The next thing I know I hear little foot steps in my bedroom...."Hi, mom!" WHAT???!!!! I look at James and he looks at me. Fast, think... brain is stirring.. did I get him out of his crib and climb back into bed??? James reads my mind, yup! He did it, he climbed out of his crib.............NO!!!!! Oh, crap is all I have to say about that. I asked Blake "how did you get out of your crib?"....Blake replied "ME out! me out! I show you." Oh, yes, we know.