Not Quite as Painful as a Fall From Grace

We heard Reeves this morning at 6:30, not really crying, just making noise. As a rule, we don't get him out of bed until 7:00. As there was no audible emergency or need for us to get him early this morning, we went about our business. Then, a few minutes before 7:00, we heard the thud and the crying. We raced back to his room. He had climbed/fallen out of the crib. He was face down on the floor, just crying. I scooped him up. Daddy hugged him. We both covered any and all possible boo-boos with kisses. Luckily, that was all the medical attention needed. It wasn't long before he was laughing and snuggling. I do think that in addition to the TLC we administered, the Wiggles helped heal his wounds. Dancing can solve so many pains, both physical and mental.
I must admit, I can't believe it has taken this long. The boy is quite the climber. I hope this is a one time thing, and he resumes his happy crib confinement. I am not quite ready to move him to a big boy bed yet. For now, we'll just cover his floor with pillows and make full use of the video monitor.