I have been working on a 1,000-piece puzzle safely high up on a card table. The cat had leapt onto the card table and knocked a dozen pieces onto the floor. John was sitting beneath the card table surrounded by soggy, chewed, perfect choking size puzzle pieces. On the bright side, he didn't choke on any of them and none were permanently ruined, but I did lose out on my peaceful phone call time.
Traditional Catholic living in the modern world
Friday, January 25, 2008
Playing So Quietly
I forgot to mention a funny moment from yesterday. John was playing so quietly and nicely at one point that I thought to myself, "Wow, John never plays this quietly and nicely for so long! I'm going to take this opportunity to make that phone call I need to get to. Wait, John never plays this quietly and nicely . . ."
I have been working on a 1,000-piece puzzle safely high up on a card table. The cat had leapt onto the card table and knocked a dozen pieces onto the floor. John was sitting beneath the card table surrounded by soggy, chewed, perfect choking size puzzle pieces. On the bright side, he didn't choke on any of them and none were permanently ruined, but I did lose out on my peaceful phone call time.
I have been working on a 1,000-piece puzzle safely high up on a card table. The cat had leapt onto the card table and knocked a dozen pieces onto the floor. John was sitting beneath the card table surrounded by soggy, chewed, perfect choking size puzzle pieces. On the bright side, he didn't choke on any of them and none were permanently ruined, but I did lose out on my peaceful phone call time.
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I've found that those quiet times are usually a good sign that Little Miss is up to no good. My most recent "quiet time" entailed finding Emma pulling the childproofing caps out of one of the electrical receptacles in our living room.
ReplyDelete(NOTE: Most of the outlets in our house have the covers that screw on to the plate...now ALL have the screw on type.)
Peace and quiet, or silence are only golden in the middle of the night. After that, it is definitely cause for alarm. The last time I reveled in the quiet of the morning even after John Joseph had awakened and was roaming around, I discovered a cute 19 month old who had drawn all over himself and his pajamas in hot pink highlighter. Thank goodness it wasn't waterproof! And it could have been sooo much worse, too.
ReplyDeleteThen there's the slathering of baby oil! That was fun...
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