We have a Crib Jumper

That's right: she jumped out of her crib. Or, more like, she fell out. Twice. There are large bumps on her head to prove that indeed she is landing on her adorable and stubborn little cranium. This is not a development I'm particularly happy about -- and, gladly, I can take no genetic credit for it since Andy was the baby crib jumper. I was content sitting in there for hours until someone came to get me. Where are all the Koering genes?!