The kid escaped from his exersaucer! I don’t even know how he did it. This is one of my mini “safe zones”, you know places I can lock up secure my son so I can get other things done around the house. I knew he wasn’t happy about it but… One minute I could hear him rattling around in the thing and the next I heard what sounded like a car being pushed around on the floor. I walk back in… and he’s pushing a car around on the floor! With a big ass smile on his mug, I might add.
To tell you the truth, I’m a little shaken. And even though I am very very VERY glad he did not hurt himself or do a faceplant on the floor maneuvering his Houdini routine, another part of me realizes… this does not bode well for my “safe zones”.
This does not bode well at all. – wg
Yeah, at about one year they figure out how to get out of it. The playpen might be your final safe zone left.
I talked about Night Terrors back on my blog, answering your questions. I did so much research on this, since Little Phoenix started having them when he was just under a year old.
Huh. Clever but unfortunate. If you figure out how it happened, let me know!
I knew it wouldn’t hold him forever, but I was kind of blindsided by the escape. I’m tempted to put him back and watch him to figure out how he did it, but then again I don’t want to ingrain the method in his little growing mind. (I’d still like to use it for short periods… hopefully.)
Phoenix, thanks for all the info. It does explain some things!
Once they figure out a way to escape the secure zones, nothings safe.:)
Kids can be almost Houdini like in getting out of protective enclosures. You might want to try duct tape next time 🙂
Cue the sinister music.
I’m trying to think if I have a “safe zone”. I don’t think I do! My house is baby-proofed, of course – the outlets plugged, the stairs gated off, all that good stuff.
I used to have them. So what gives? I think it’s because the year-old I currently have in care hates, hates, hates to have me leave the room he’s in for any reason, so either I take him with me (and let me tell you, it’s been a while since I’ve peed in private…)
Or, I step over the baby gate out of the room and just go do whatever. I don’t have to worry about him getting into anything while I’m gone, because I know exactly what he’s doing: he’s standing welded to that gate, demanding my instant return. THIS INSTANT!!