A little attempted escape....

So last night, Stephen and I, woke up in the middle of the night to a loud banging sound.  We of course were alarmed and Stephen got out the baseball bat and began our usual routine when we wake up concerned we may have an intruder (this happens WAY too much at our house by the way).  Anyway, we realized after Steve searched the basement that it was George.  He had managed to turn himself side ways in his crib and was banging his legs on the side of the crib trying to break free from the swaddle.  His crib is against the wall that backs up to our bed.  It was comical to see how hard he was working to free himself.  So the time has come for us to stop swaddling the little guy.  It's hard to believe that he is already so big already, no swaddle, and working on rolling over.  How is time going even more quickly than it did with Stephen?!