Jailbird

 

Zeke's our first jailbird.  We've never owned a crib before and have always tucked our big-enough-to-fall-off-our-high-bed babies in a pack n' play pushed flush against our bed.  Then Dude's co-worker gave us one along with some other baby furniture, and Zeke became our crib guinea (pig...not hen).

You don't have to feel sad for him, though.  He's since learned to climb out of it whenever the whim strikes and often drowsily wakes up in a different place than where I set him down.  Let freedom reign from sea to sea, I say!