Where's Mary?

The other day during Quiet Time, I went upstairs seeking Mary and couldn't find her anywhere. I searched high, I searched low. I was just starting to think of those dreadful newspaper reports one reads about how the children sneak out past the napping babysitter or caregiver and then get into dire physical danger, when I checked Mary's room one more time. I don't know why, but I looked under her bed and there Mary was: fast asleep!

Today she gave me another Quiet Time scare. I assigned her to the den because she kept bothering her little sister in their shared room. When I went in to check on her, she was gone.

See Mary anywhere?

I wondered if she'd slipped out the double doors, but those generally make a racket when opened.

Still don't see her?

I looked behind the couch, even under the couch.

An unfair advantage: the flash from my phone illuminates the sliver of Mary that could be seen. What I could see with my eyes was just blackness. I saw a slip of her hair peeking out from the cushions.

There she is!!!

Sleeping safer

I didn't want to wake Mary but I didn't want her to suffocate either, so I lifted up the couch pillow and propped it up. This girl gets my heart racing with fear even when she's sleeping!