Wild Child

So Aaron has decided to go bonkers on me!
While I was busy doing things around the house, I noticed how awfully quiet it had gotten.
I looked everywhere and started freaking out because my baby has disappeared!
(You know, every time I can't find him I freak out that the rapture has happened and I was forgotten. Hmm, yes it is silly but what can I say. Lately I've been on my toes.)
Anyway, after .25 seconds of frantic search I collect myself and go upstairs. (because in all reality, he IS capable of climbing things and just maybe he made it upstairs.)
Sure enough, he shut himself in our bedroom and had that "HA! I fooled you!" look all over his face.
Tonight, I put him in his swing with a bottle and go to make Michael's lunch. About 10 minutes later I hear the bottle drop to the floor. So obviously I know it's time to brush his teeth and put him to bed. I waited a few minutes...and another LOUD thud.
Apparently he managed to unstrap his swing harness and literally backward somersault himself out of there. (Mind you, there is also a bar that goes across as an extra measure of protection)
So what's next? The crib????

And Mike just says, "You have no idea what you're in for"