What a Week

The week after Thanksgiving was rough. Not because we were in holiday mode, but because Claire figured out how to climb out of her crib. Right when Greg and I think we have a handle on her, she goes and proves us wrong. Here is a glimpse at what we experienced.

Greg and I had put the girls to bed and were sitting in the front room when we heard a thud in Claire's room. Then we heard her doorknob twisting. We looked at each other in shock and what had just happened registered with both of us as Claire strolled into the room and says "Hi!" in the sweetest little voice. Not only had she figured out how to climb out of her crib, but she had also figured out how to open doors. What a night. she was up for another 1.5 hours.

The quote of the night came from Greg, "She can climb out of her crib but can't climb up onto the couch." What a loving father.

Here she is blissfully reading books instead of sleeping. At least she had taken the time to pull her hair out of her tiny elastics, which she then puts on her wrists. That girl!

She was supposed to be sleeping in her bed, but instead was out of her crib trying to turn on her lamp.

I was in the kitchen one day and turned around to see Claire standing on our garbage can. I'm telling you, that girlfriend is crazy!

I had just barely put Claire down for a nap and had made it downstairs in time for Claire to follow me in the room. That girl climbs out of her crib FAST!

It took a couple of tries, but I finally caught of this on video.

And to make matters worse, our washer also decided to stop working this week.