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.
I remember when my son started looking at books by himself. It was great. One day I awoke to find him looking at a book so I laid down beside him to observe. I fell asleep (mistake #1) on my back (mistake #2). What woke me up again? The crash of a hard cardboard book across the bridge of my nose!
Ow.
Madelyn gave me a fat lip about three weeks ago when she rolled over in bed. I’ve slathered it with Chap-Stick, etc. every time I’ve gone outside but haven’t been able to get it to heal. Stupid winter.
If you need any tips on shipboard safety procedures, let me know. I’ve even performed maintenance on WTDs (water tight doors).
Hey, you can probably tie some serious knots. That would come in handy.