After laying Parker down for his nap, he rolled around from one end of the bed to the other and everywhere in between like he was on fire, all while he giggled and talked to himself. Then, I heard him cry out and I just knew that it was a "I'm hurt" cry.
When I ran into his room, I saw his leg sticking out of his bed between two rails. His thigh was stuck and was not coming loose. I tried everything I could do without hurting him to get it out, but it was not budging. I even tried what I did when he did this same thing a couple days ago...pushing one rail and pulling the next to give him some space to free his leg, but it did not work this time. I was prepared to break that rail in two to get him out. A momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do.
With that in mind, I hurried to the kitchen and returned shortly to Parker's room with a tub of butter in hand. Yes, I'm serious. I scooped some out with my fingers and rubbed it all over his thigh. After lathering him in butter, I pulled on one of the rails and pushed on his leg. Finally, it came loose!
Oh. My. Word. I really just did that. I literally buttered up my baby's thigh. That just happened. For real.
Here's the crime scene (the blanket is sticking out of the two rails where his thigh was stuck).
And here's Parker with his hero. :)
The butter is now safe in the fridge again, waiting on a call from a slice of toast...or Parker's right thigh. Like I said, a momma's gotta do what a momma's gotta do.