I hate it when that happens...fat baby legs

Does this sound familiar to you moms out there? You are dreaming about Hugh Jackman rubbing sun screen on your back. You look at him, and he smiles and then, for some inexplicable reason, he starts to cry. Not a normal cry, but one that sounds a lot like your 8 month old. Just as you are beginning to think that Hugh is not so sexy with his face all wrinkled up like that, you wake up and realize that it IS your 8 month old. You begrudgingly go in to check on the little darling to make sure that there isn't a fever or a snake or a bigfoot in the room (I just got back from camping, can you tell?) and, once again, little miss fat thighs has gotten herself stuck. Now, maybe I am the only mom in the whole world whose children have fat enough thighs to be stuck in the crib slats, but this a regular occurrence with the Nieman babies as soon as they are old enough for me to take out the bumper. It's like their little legs just can't wait to explore the great world outside of the crib and they wait until the little one falls asleep and try to sneak out on their own. Normally, I just go in, put the leg back in it's place, and try to resume my beach romp, where I am cellulite free, with Hugh. The problem is that after several nights in a row of the rude awakening, I was done. I found a great solution to the fat baby leg dilemma-Breathable Baby crib bumper. http://www.breathablebaby.com/. It's thin enough that the baby that is just learning to pull up can't use it as a step ladder to pitch themselves out of the crib, but the netting prevents any limbs from getting stuck. I would really recommend it to anyone that uses a bumper, as now "they" say that the quilted ones pose a risk of suffocation to an infant. One thing to warn you about, it comes in two pieces. You can either follow the directions on the packaging and have it in two pieces or, you can reverse them and Velcro them together for one seamless piece of sleep security. That's what I did, since our babies legs have a mind of their own and would find the one corner that is open. Now that Kara is 10 months, I am happy to report that we have not had any more stuck legs. My dreams are once again uninterrupted and Hugh has agreed never to make that wrinkled up baby cry face again. Momma happy.