Last night around 3 am Ivy let out some pretty sad cries. She often will cry a little in the night and go right back to sleep, so I wasn't too worried about it. We're very leery about going into her room when she cries a little because she seems to completely wake up when she sees one of us, and stay up the rest of the night. Anyway, these cries last night sounded like she was in pain, so I got up to see what was going on. She was laying in there looking at me and I said "what's wrong?" she said "stuck". I looked at her legs and saw that she had gotten one of her chubby thighs all the way through the crib slats and she couldn't get it back out. I called Eric in to help because I couldn't budge it. He pulled the slats apart a little and I was able to squeeze it through. I held her for a while and when I put her back down in her crib, she went right back to sleep. I thought about how nice that was that she could tell me what was wrong with her. But it also makes me sad that she's becoming such a big girl, and not so much my little baby anymore...