Tuesday, July 05, 2005
A Mothering Curveball
Just when you think that things are running smoothly and you have a handle on being a mom to two, a curveball is thrown. No, I'm not pregnant (I can't even imagine!!), but Parker has entered a new stage of independence. He was up before me this morning, and only woke me up because he had a poopy diaper.
What gets me is that he was apparently quiet enough being industrious that I slept through it, since the bedroom is right by the kitchen -- he pulled a chair into the kitchen, pulled down the Fig Newmans (organic Fig Newtons) and helped himself. He also pulled all of the thumbtacks out of the bulletin board and was playing with them. He also pulled the cabinet stoppers off of three cabinet doors and stuck them to the microwave. Kinda freaks me out because we store out vitamins/medicines in a kitchen cabinet.
Luckily he isn't hurt, but I think Jeff and I are going to have to put the kitchen gate back up. Of course, I'm sure he'll learn to defeat that too.
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