Jackson spit up all over the outside of the crib last week so I went down stairs to get a towel to clean it up. When I got back upstairs, I heard Oliver's dog tags, but couldn't find him. Then I heard some whimpering. Oliver had crawled under the crib to get a better angle at licking up the mess Jackson had made. He got himself stuck- only his head would fit back out. First I laughed, then I took a picture, then I got Jared to lift up the crib to free him. I guess baby spit up was worth the risk of getting stuck.
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