On Wednesday morning at 6:30, we awoke to the sounds of happy cooing and babbling. (What, no crying?!)

Not only that, but we found that Jack-boy had escaped from his swaddle blanket and scooched himself to the bottom of his cradle with his feet hanging out of the slats. He looked so pleased with himself. It was quite cute…

Time for a new bed, wouldn’t you say? This little guy needs more room!
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