It's Okay to Laugh At Us

I feel better now that a friend reassured me that urine is sterile.

Thanks for sharing our mirth!

T is just at that age where funny things happen. On this trip away from home he has discovered that he can climb out of the pack n' play, so we are working on training to stay in bed until called. (we're just working on training. period. This is the season.)

Yesterday I put T down for a nap on Grandpa and Grandma's bed. I reminded him that he was not to come out until he was asked. Thankfully, their door closes tightly and he is unable to open it by himself. This is good because it discourages his disobedience, and especially good because I forgot to bring my baby monitor on this trip and I can NOT hear what is going on upstairs when I am downstairs at my parents.

I returned to check on T about 8 minutes later. I carefully cracked open the door until I could see the bed. He was not there. I opened the door a little bit more (last time he had fallen asleep on the floor right beside the door). He wasn't there, either. I went in curiously and with a bit of alarm. The windows were shut; I have religiously checked this because the first time he was going to nap in there he was leaning on the screen to see who was driving in on the tractor- and I was sufficiently frightened out of my wits.

"T?" I softly called.

Then the bi fold closet doors slid open. He was lying on the floor with his blanket in the darkness of the closet.

When I carried him back to bed he protested and told me that he wanted to be in the other bedroom. (Isn't it a bit confounding when your baby starts telling you what they want?!) I put him on the bed in the other room, checked the windows, looked for other dangerous objects. . . and realized that his room has the GUN case. I moved a heavy tool box in front of the gun case (which has a lock but was still able to be opened), said a heartfelt prayer for safety and rest. . .and left.

A few minutes later I went to check on T. When I opened the door he was standing there with his blanket, a dark, telling stain around his mouth. "Let me look" revealed Hershey kiss foil. . . but not nearly enough. *sigh*

On the third attempt he did rest. And he is resting now. I am smiling, because it is so funny to think about the things that are going on in my life. This season is so sweet, so demanding, so brief. I love it.