stuck!

Oh no! 

Evan decided this morning that he wanted to play with his stuffed friends in his crib.  So, I helped him back into the crib to play (something I don't typically do).  I sneaked across the hall to change my clothes, when I heard him yell, "Mommy!  My leg hurts!".  I go in... and his right leg and knee have gotten into the space between two bars.  Ugh!  Ok!  So, since it got through there, I should be able to pull it back out, right?  Not quite.  I gave it a few pulls and wiggles, and it didn't do anything except make Evan cry louder and make the knee more swollen.   Tony was at work.  So I called the neighbors for advice (even though, I figured a saw was going to be needed).  They came right over, and sawed through a bar while I comforted Evan.  Afterwards, he was a bit stunned, but was over it pretty quick.