She climbed out of the crib again while I was in the shower. Thankfully Jenn was home. We then caught a glimpse of how she was doing it. It looked like a cross between the men’s rings competition and a wounded gazelle trying to escape a lion.
We’re now keeping the side lowered so she can easily get in and out at will. We don’t want to take the side off entirely because Trixie rolls around like crazy in her sleep — imagine a sack of potatoes in the back of a pickup truck. We’re not sure what we’re going to do next.