Don't let that sweet face fool you, because this one has it in for me.
Claire climbed (fell, more accurately) out of her crib today while she was protesting her afternoon nap. I heard a loud thump in her room, ran up the stairs, and opened up the door to find her lying on the rug in front of her crib. Unbelievable. Matt lowered her crib to the middle level a while ago, and we thought that was enough to keep her safely contained for at least the next few months, but we didn't take into account her inexorable will to get into trouble. The fact that my almost four-year-old still can't get out of this crib by herself also clearly lulled me into a false sense of security.
Claire didn't even seem fazed by the fall but I called the pediatrician anyway (correction: I made Matt call the pediatrician), if for no other reason than to confess our shortcomings as parents for failing to lower the crib all the way. The nurse told us that even if the crib was at its lowest level, climbers like her would eventually find a way to get out so we should really look into getting a crib tent. I am fairly certain Matt and I have made fun of crib tents in the past, so I suppose the fact that we now have to consider using one is just good old-fashioned karma.
As of tonight, the crib has been lowered all the way, the crib tent is on order, and now we just wait to see how she'll manage to give us a heart attack next...