Are you talking to me?
Tonight we put the kid to bed at 8ish and around 9ish he was screaming bloody murder. So I went to see what was going on and he had one of his little legs stuck in the slats of his crib and could not get himself out. He was so sad. So I tried to get him out and I could not do it either. So I yelled for jj and he did not come and I kept trying. I really could not get him out though and I started to try taking the front of the crib off and I yelled for jj again, he did not come. Finally, somehow, the kid just got himself loose and I picked him up and we went and yelled at dad. Grrrr. Sometimes the deaf make me so angry.