The baby monitor was screaming at us. We both played the usual "pretend to sleep in hopes that the other will give in game". I lost.
I stumbled downstairs and started to open Lily's door, but something was in the way. That something then walked through the door wile dragging a giant stuffed giraffe. She had climbed out of the crib for the first time. She climbed out 4 more times throughout the night.
I believe it's what I said when Max did the same thing (though it was 6 months later); "We're screwed".