Baby Jail

It's official. I'm crawling. I've figured this place out and must be contained. My parents have discovered that the only way to keep me out of trouble while they need to do essential things, like shower, is to put me in baby jail. It won't be long and I'll make my escape.

Is anyone looking?

Can't...bust...out...

Wha...ha...ha! I will be free!

Emma's 1st Birthday!

Make a postcard - it's easy!