Escape from Alcatraz...

....or at least his crib. Earlier this week, Aidan climbed out of his crib in the morning (with the gate lowered). So I found him just standing and sobbing on his side of the door, instead of trying the door knob (like he knows how). Maybe he knows he's not supposed to be out of bed, but at the same time wanted to get on with his day. "Give us...free!" (from Amistad). And we had a very nice Christmas dinner + sleepover at Brenna's dad's house in Atascadero. They spoil all their kids and grandkids...!