Not All Who Wander...

...Are lost.

Or have busted out of their crib.  Just my kid.

 The other morning, I'm getting ready after my shower and I hear Joey on the monitor.  He's just woken up and babbling in his crib.  I hurry to finish getting ready before I go upstairs to get him.  Only, before I can finish what I'm doing, I hear "Hey Mommy?  Hey Mommy?" and it sounds A LOT closer than on the monitor.  He was out in the hallway of the upstairs, walking back and forth, hollering at me through the railing.  What. The.

 I never heard a thud, or anything that sounded like I child heaving himself out of the crib.  I was totally shocked (and a little creeped out - I don't know why but the thought of my children roaming freely throughout the house when I think they're in bed scares the living daylights out of me.  I'll probably legit have a heart attack when they walk up to me when I'm in bed asleep!)

"Here, have some blue cupcake and get over the fact that I can jump of my crib Ma."

My friend Mica said maybe he'd forget, and so far, it seems he has because he hasn't tried it again.  But just in case, we are taking the frame out of his crib and putting his mattress on the ground.  That oughtta prevent another escape.  I'm not ready for him to be in a toddler bed just yet.