My nickname for Jackson is monkey. There's no story or great meaning behind it. It's just one of those pet names that has somehow stuck. As it turns out, my little monkey is living up to his nickname.
A few days ago I set him in his crib so I could hang up the new clothes Nana Wags brought him. This is the series of events that followed:
Uh Oh.We have since remedied the situation.
And while lowering the mattress hasn't stopped him from pulling himself up...
I can rest a bit easier now. The top of the crib is much higher and I don't think he is strong enough to climb (or take a nose dive) out of the bed.
Yet.
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