Have you noticed that, since I can't remember capitalization rules in titles, I just keep switching it up? Now I'm going with the no capitals. Soon, I will use invisible fonts, and present with no titles at all. You can invent your own.
We have separated half of our dining room into a play area by using some of the peices of the play area as a wall, and then a gate from the kitchen doorway to the play area portion of the dining room. In this manner, I am able to park my kids and their toys while I carry groceries up from our basement garage (without fear for them tumbling down the stairs onto their heads).
Picture this: A small kid's table from Ikea next to a short play yard barrier. Just outside the play yard barrier, a generic particle board/laminate desk we use as the downstairs changing table. Me, cooking lunch or dinner or something. Babies who had been pretty fussy all week(especially Jr. with his mysterious virus/rash/swollen-back-of-head-lymph nodes) suddenly playing quietly but not too quietly- small toys softly banging and clanging, reassuring in their regularity. Imagine babies who had slowly creeped from getting on their cute little Ikea chairs to getting onto their table and sitting there while playing with toys.
Now imagine me, innocently deciding to check on them, since it had been a few minutes, and LO! Mini is sitting on the far corner of the changing table- OUTSIDE of the play yard- Jr. is STANDING on Ikea table, laughing his ass off at the shock on his mother's face, saying, "if you think we can manage to shock you like this at this age, imagine what we'll do to you when we are teenagers!"
It is amazing, but a lot more goes on in those little brains than we realize. Just wait until the little ones start talking in twinish and laugh at you because you have no clue (yes, I have twins, I know how crazy it can be!).
Posted by: KellyM | April 13, 2006 at 12:09 PM