Last night my mom was over and we were laughing over the audacity of my son. On the nights I had been sick Brad had slept on the couch. I didn't like sending him to the couch, poor guy, but I couldn't sleep well, woke up often, would watch some movies on our portable DVD player, go back to sleep, move my bucket around like a security blanket... I figured he'd sleep better if he wasn't in my "sick camp". So anyway he slept on the couch. The first morning he woke up at 5:55am... five FIFTY FIVE!... and he heard scuffling at Nathan's door. It sounded for a moment as if Nathan was struggling to open the door, little stinker, and then Brad heard it swing open slowly. Then that little two year old boy came skipping happily into the living room! As he passed Brad said in his nice low Daddy voice, "Nathan, go back to bed." Nathan, who isn't accustom to wet blankets the size and shape of his favorite daddy swung his head around sharply and found the source of the demand.
Without a word Nathan turned around, went back into his room, and went back to sleep! Why he doesn't do that for me I'm not... oh, well, I don't have the big Daddy voice.
So, we were telling my mom this when she said, "Why don't you put the baby gate up in the hallway." I looked at the cheap baby gate that is used only on hot days to keep the baby from crawling away and looking for a new place to live. I saw that was stored, as always, in the hallway right near Nathan's doorway. Why don't we put the baby gate up? Duh. You could have seen the light bulb go off over my head.
Now the baby gate isn't a very strong gate, but if it falls down in the morning everyone will hear it. I thought it would function as a great burglar alarm. Then, this morning, I thought, "What if the baby gate doesn't work?" As I passed his closed door, I had an evil thought of a bucket of water perched precariously on the door jam. I think that's when I began to cackle or sprout horns.
I do love my children. Especially that boy, who is currently lying on the floor of the kitchen and eating some of the cheerios Alynna dropped at breakfast. The other Cheerios are being pulverized by his Hot Wheel.
1 comment:
LOL!! That's so funny too because, I almost said something about the gate to Brad when I was at your house the other day. But, I thought since it was so obviously sitting by the hall "doorway", I figured it had already been tried and didn't work. Ha Ha!! I love that boy!!!!
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