Goin' Down With Me

Fans, all is quiet this early Tuesday morning, for which we are grateful as last night and yesterday morning was decidedly less so. At 11:14pm, Clara let out a wail suggesting her arm was being ripped off. Julie rushed downstairs and found Clara at the rail of her crib (with both arms intact). As Julie leaned over, Clara reached up and locked her arms around Julie's neck in a vice-like grip, and then hoisted herself up--like she was doing a pull-up!--until she could place a foot on top of the rail of the crib, at which point she pushed the rest of her body up and over and on to Julie and Fans, she was not. Letting. Go. It was all very, "Mommy, if you put me back down there, I'm taking you with me, screaming. Decision time." We still really have no idea what was wrong, but we passed a restless night in the big bed with Clara. She was up, she was down. She rustled, cooed, and babbled. She spun about, kicked, and pounced. This was all after the nap-that-sort-of-wasn't yesterday afternoon. So we don't know what was up with Our Birdie, but she stayed down all night.