I'm Trapped!

Mercy and Ezra have a lot of fun in their bedroom together. Sometimes too much fun. Mercy slept (notice the past tense) in a crib and Ezra slept on his mattress. Ezra loves to throw things into the crib for Mercy to play with.

On Saturday afternoon, we put the kids down for their naps. As usual, they were giggling away after we closed the door. Keryn and I retired to our bedroom to relax and read. After a while, we heard a sad cry from Mercy. Keryn looked at me and said, "I'll bet you she can't even move because he's thrown so much stuff in there. She was right.

Every toy from the bedroom was expertly removed from the floor and tossed into Mercy's crib. This didn't leave much room for Mercy. So we packed up the kids, hitched up the trailer, and went to DI. We spent $12 and got a nice used mattress and now Mercy can't get trapped in her crib anymore.

Isn't it fun that kids grow up?