This is one thing I didn't see coming. The transition from crib to bed went so smoothly a few months ago. Weston was having his "nap time" and whining for me. Then it seemed like the whining turned into more of a scream so I decided to go in there and check on him. Once I saw him in this position I had to get Jonathan and couldn't help but laugh a little. Oh, and grab the camera. Honestly I tried to get him out and thought, "Oh my gosh I can't! Get Jonathan quick!"
Poor guy won't be sliding off the bed at the foot of it anymore. I guess that's what he was doing when he got in this pickle?