Today I got up before Erin and Madelyn, which isn’t unusual, made coffee, and headed downstairs to work. When I came upstairs for a cup, Madelyn was in her room looking at some books.
Alone. Erin was still in bed.
So Madelyn woke up, got out of bed, climbed the half-stairs from our bedroom to the house, walked across the house to her room, and started playing. By herself. Quietly.
This means it’s time to batten down the hatches: all doors stay closed, all the time. Like living on a submarine being chased by a destroyer.
When she learns how to open doors, I’m buying shackles.