Out the Bed

I did it again. I fell/crawled out of bed. My mama heard a thud and came. I had crawled over giant obstacles, off the (low) bed and out of the bedroom into the little baby room, my one arm happily out of the sleep sack/swaddle. Yet again, I was unbruised and unharmed, but my parents were upset that the monitor signal had cut out and they didn't realize. Still, it was another chance for me to tell them that I am getting older and will all too soon want my freedom to wake up and crawl into my play room on my own when I wake up. They aren't ready for me, but there's no stopping my progress!