I never really bought into that whole thing about "if they're being quiet, you'd better check on them". See, Ben has always been an old soul, responsible and mature for his young age, and not at all mischievous. I could trust him to be quiet by himself from a young age.
Then there was Abby.
That said, maybe it's intuition, but you know how when you haven't heard the kids talking to themselves, tripping over things, clanging two random objects together, etc etc etc, you feel the need to get up and see what kind of trouble they're getting into? In an attempt to be optimistic, you imagine rounding the corner only to find them snuggled quietly in your bed, fast asleep. Or reading to themselves. Maybe even playing without making noise! We've found with Abby, you can never check too soon.
Upon returning from the grocery store last night (a new Kroger even, it was very exciting for me), I found this in my bedroom:
That, friends, is a television completely covered in Mommy's Dove Deodorant. In the same day, she decided to apply some of Ben's anti-itch lotion (that smells like Ben-gay) to her freshly bathed skin, cut open one of these things with scissors to get the little "toys" out from the inside, and help herself to countless pieces of Halloween candy.
Another thing people say is that if you'd had your second child first, you'd never have had another. It's too late for us to not have another, but I think there's some truth to that!
Oh Abby. She definitely keeps us on our toes.
Edited to add: Poor girl. I just reread this, and let me say...we wouldn't trade her for the world! She's nothing if not fun!
I know it when I "see" it?
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