After our snack I let the kids play in the dining side of the kitchen while I cleaned up. I had them completely blocked in with two pack 'n plays wedged together. But then Mr. Whiney Pants decided to let me know he was ready for some attention. So I took him into the den after pushing the pack 'n play halfway back to the fully wedged position. (I was turning right around for her after all.) I put Caden down, but before I could leave him he'd picked up a book. Seizing the teachable (and all-too-rare one-on-one) moment I quickly read with him, paraphrasing to get to the end faster, but having him turn pages all the way. I'd say two minutes is a fair estimate of how long I was reading with Caden, hardly long enough for her to get into trouble without me hearing right? (Cue the illusions to crumble.)
When I turned back for Addison there was a cereal box sitting in the floor with the pantry doors ajar. Then I saw the pack 'n play pushed aside. I raced to the stairs but saw no Addison (phew!) and turned into the front room. Nothing. I called her name. Nothing. Then I had that mommy feeling, and headed back to the foot of the stairs and called one more time. (Insert sound of illusion demolition here.) Addison toddled from the upstairs hallway to the top of the stairs, with her baby shampoo in her hands and a smirk on her face.
Yep, I went from blindly proud to clearly outsmarted zipity-quick! (Which incidentally is probably how Addison felt as I zoomed up the stairs to scoop her up and whisk her back to safety.)
Note to self: Stop trying to get it together, because you can't. And even if you could, your children would beat you to it.
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