You know it’s not a good sign when your child has had more sleep than you.
There, I’ve finally acknowledged it —the family room is no longer; it has been overrun by a deceptively small, sweet-faced, impish dictator. Nothing is sacred in that room . All objects not currently in the rotation of favored playthings get summarily tossed over the gate in to the back hall. This includes every single pillow. I swear, if the kid could heft the sofa cushions over the gate those would be history as well!
In a moment of mingled courage, naivete, and stupidity, I dash upstairs to shinny into my jeans and pull on a sweatshirt; no time for glamour while there’s a curious little boy on the loose. But, really, I think to myself, once he’s cleared out the room, what could he possibly get into? I take the extra minute or two to select a pair of socks and grab my sneakers to put on while I sit at my computer and pull my email.
The skin on the back of my neck begins to tingle; my mommy-sense is picking up on an unfamiliar vibe. It’s too quiet. I look over the railing from my office space in the loft. My heart kicks into overdrive as I race down the stairs.
Nikolas has staged a coup upon my sanity and forever shattered my already fragile sense of peace. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry; I do neither. Instead, I do what every self respecting mother of a child teetering on the brink of dumbfoundingly cute danger —mild, but danger none the less—would do; I grab my camera.
ETA: This is a re-enactment. No children were hurt in the photographing of these events. And, no, I didn’t let Nik re-enact the part where he actually tried to climb up yet another level to get things off the top off the entertainment center!
No where will be safe now!!!
Great photos!
Well that straw cup was obviously up there calling, “Niiiiiik! Niiiiiiik!”
That sense of “too quiet”. I am familiar with it as well.
Hmm, Stimey, I suppose I hadn’t thought of that. Of course, when I got downstairs, Nik already had the little elecrtonic gizmo for one of his games yanked off the top of the TV and partially dismantled. Sigh…
I remember these days and how challenging it was to get dressed let alone take a shower.
And to think I’ll be revisiting them in a couple of years …
That is one clever little monkey.
Can you film him and put a horror/suspense soundtrack on it? (Jaws, The Shining, something like that) I think it would make a hilarious YouTube –
xo
woa. step aside, missy. there’s a new boss in town!
LOL. DM, you are too funny. Um, I’d rather not encourage him to repeat the efforts. At least not with my actual sanction!
Kyra, I think I have known that since the moment he was born. Sigh. Now I have some idea of how Miss Kitty must have felt about Marshall Dillon…always hopeful that she might have finally reformed him and pinned him down…but never QUITE.
Caution when the room is quiet! I know the silence, it means our little kiddos are up to something he he.
Nik is just so adorable, I wish I had half of his energy!
Caution when the room is quiet! I know the silence, it means our little kiddos are up to something he he.
Nik is just so adorable, I wish I had half of his energy!
He’s just a little ball of inquisitive energy. They’re fun like that but, boy, do they keep you on your toes.
I would so love to have one of those little TV stands tucked into the corner of my room. But instead I’m stuck with my giant eyesore entertainment unit that keeps VCR and DVD players WELL above the reach of little hands. I guess my interior decor can wait for a few years.
Yes the ‘too quiet’ fear happens very rarely around here. Good for him.
Best wishes
That little dare devil!!!!