A new tent

Well, we had to do it.  We really had no choice.  John, being the climber that he is, was consistently climbing out of his crib.  It was getting to be troublesome. He would appear in our room in the middle of the night, at 5am i the morning, whenever he darn well felt like taking a walk.  So, we pitched a tent.  A crib tent.  Right on top of his crib.  Some call it a cage.  I like to call it a peaceful night's rest.