kids will (thank heavens!) be kids, and so shananigans will ensue. It's nice to have something to laugh about.
2 year old Rose has just learned to escape from the confines of her crib now, so rather than fight it, we just lowered the crib rail to make her climb a little less dangerous. I'm sure in good time, we'll dig the toddler or twin bed out of the attic, but for now...it's working. She's still napping well, and hasn't tested us much, that is, until last night. The youngest 3 were in bed in their separate rooms, and I kept hearing something upstairs. I guessed it was Rose maneuvering about, but figured it was harmless, so gave it a few minutes. When the noises continued, I headed upstairs for a peak. Turns out darling Rose had decided to "move in" to baby Lucy's room...which happens to be where Grace and Mary also room...and stash their makeup. I found the little peanut sitting at her sisters' pint-size table and chairs, makeup smeared over her entire face, and chomping away on Lucy's pacifier. (Contraband for Rose who has been without one for months now...but still tries to steal Lucy's any chance she gets.)
I glanced over to Lucy who was standing wide-eyed in her crib surrounded by everything harmful you can imagine...a balloon (for choking) a belt (strangulation?) a trash-can (???) and a grocery list of other crazy items I can't even recall. It was literally standing room only! Rose had also carried her own pillow, blankets and pile of stuffed animals and laid them out neatly on the bigger girls' bed...moving in apparently.
I didn't know whether to laugh or scream. Unfortunatley, I chose the screaming, which immediately sent both Rose and Lucy into a cry of terror. John came rushing in thinking someone was injured or dying. I scooped Rose and her belongings back to her room, with a quick detour to the bathroom for a facewashing, and John proceeded to return Lucy to a peaceful slumber, after scooping all the junk out of her crib of course.
It was a crazy time, but in hindsight, the look on Rose's face as she was "busted" was priceless and it has us all in stitches to retell it today.
He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the LORD!(Psalms 113:9 Holy Bible ESV)
