Exit & Re-Entry...

Well, it finally happened.

Our own little "lost boy" who refused to grow up and snuggled into his little crib cocoon every night finally pressed the Eject button.  And I would have cried if the whole thing weren't so dang hilarious.

Before I share, let me expand on our little walking dichotomy of baby and boy.  He is confusing to say the least.  He talks at you in full, well-thought-out sentences with excellent grammar, but he grows silent and sucks a binkie like a newborn at bed time.  He will throw a tantrum at you like a seasoned two-year-old, but will profess his love and affection like an old soul as he seers your heart with his intense eyes.  This one... It's hard to know just what to do with him.

So, on to the great escape...

Words might not do the process justice, but pictures... well, let us grace you with our favorite images of the whole process.  It's kind of like reading assembly instructions in a foreign language so you revert to those "not so helpful" renderings?  Yes, exactly that.

The evil idea hatches in that little noggin'.

Fling the leg up, yoga style.

Careful... Careful...

This is clearly the most precarious part.  Purse those lips, buddy.

Oh yeah, we're on the home stretch now.

And grin like a loon before you even get to turn and take a bow.

Oh, Acey.

You took your sweet time (for which we were so grateful) but once you decided to go for it, you did it with style, little friend.

I mean, check out his re-entry.

Classic.

Every.Single.Time.

And now the nightly "Get back in Bed!" rituals begin.

Yay  Pray for us.

:)