The Wrong Bed

So as most of you know, we switched Breanne over to a toddler bed about a month before Janey was born. So that would make it 6 months ago. The only time she's shown any sadness for her crib was when we were setting it back up for Janey a couple months back, but it was just for one night, and then she seemed over it.

Well, the other day, I put Breanne down for her nap, as usual. A few minutes later, I heard some serious screaming coming from her room, not so usual, so I headed in. This is what I found:

Actually, that's a lie. What I found was a very upset (and trapped! "I'n duck!" (I'm stuck!) she told me) Breanne.  So of course instead of just getting her out, I made her wait while I got my camera, snapped a few pictures, and then returned to finally get her out.  All I could think at the time was, "I need to blog this." I think I'm getting sick... :)

Don't worry, she cheered up some when she realized I was going to help her, and even more when she saw me return with the camera.


Meredith said...

Poor girl...but that is a funny story.

The Wolford Pack (Jen) said...

That's hilarious...maybe we are both sick because I think the same thing when I'm in the moment and should be doing something rather than thinking about how great this will look on my blog! :P