Nudist Jumper
On Monday I put Emma and Josiah down for their naps in their respective bedrooms. I sang, I cuddled, I kissed, I put a high gate on Emma's door and I went downstairs for a much needed break. About ten minutes later it occured to me that the giggling I was hearing from upstairs was coming from Josiah's room and it didn't sound like him. When I got upstairs I found Emma and Josiah jumping and laughing in Josiah's crib. After proper discipline I put Emma back in her room but as I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard her on the move again. I found her hanging over the side of the crib trying to get back in. I was frustrated. I had bought the high gate (it comes to the top of her nose) to keep her in her room so that Josiah can sleep and I can have a break. I didn't know what to do. Finally I went downstairs and found some string. I tied one end to the door knob and the other to the stove downstairs. After that I settled down on the couch to relax. By this time Josiah was fast asleep, but Emma continued to cry for about 45 minutes. Finally I thought I'd better go and check on her. She was perfectly fine, she just didn't like that she couldn't get out. Well, TOO BAD! I re-tied the door and went back downstairs. A few minutes later I heard a cry from Josiah followed by gigling. When I got uptairs I saw that I hadn't tied the door tight enough and Emma had escaped again and awakened her brother. I put her back in her room (after discipline) and tied the door tight. About 25 minutes later things were starting to quiet down up there. Josiah resettled and Emma seemed to be calm because I couldn't hear much crying or thumping. I settled onto the couch with a book to enjoy the last 15 minutes of nap time. Two minutes later the phone rang. It was my neighbor. She said to me, "Liz, I was just about to pull out of my driveway and I happened to look up at your house. I wasn't sure if you knew or not, but Emma is standing on the front window sill with top window lowered. She is hanging her arms outside and is completely naked."
posted by Liz @ 10:28 AM
7 Comments:
That sounds like something Emma might try to attempt. LOL
How did you handle that one? (Without dying of laughter, that is....)
Oops...or maybe being frightened...depending on how the situation looked....
Oh, don't feel too badly, Liz. I had a similar thing happen to me with my two oldest. A neighbor called to tell me that they were hanging out of the second story window. I didn't even know they could open it! How embarassing!
About Justin in the military--I get a lot of questions. Nowadays, it's not considered an honor to serve your country during war time like it was in my parents' and grandparents' generations. That's too bad, too. Freedom has a price, and I love it too much to not be willing to pay that price.
That said, the Lord has our days numbered. He has control over life and death. Justin could be killed in a car accident next week (a thing I consider just as likely as wartime death anyway). His live is in God's hands. I am proud of all my men, no matter what they do or where they go. They are living for the Lord, and that's the most important thing. I did something right if they are serving the Lord. Now it's up to him to take care of them.
Sorry this turned out so long. There just didn't seem to be a short answer to your question. :)
I can identify with a 2 year old rebelling against naptime. Caedmon can't climb over his gate yet, but he does climb his dresser and throw his stuffed animals around. And, thankfully, he's not too interested in running around naked and can't reach the windows. If only they knew how precious sleep can be...
Oh Liz! My sympathies go out to you! If you ever figure out how to refrain from frustration (or maybe you already have) in such situations, let me know. Naptime is a struggle for me to neither cry or get angry. I have to continually remind myself that naptime is not for my good, but for the kids'! :)
LOL! That's so funny Liz! I think I would have died laughing if it were me. (Except that I know how FRUSTRATING it is when Kate won't sleep... so maybe I would have cried, and laughed later...)
oh my goodness that is sooo funny! My brother when he was really little got out of the house without us knowing and ran down the street in the dead of winter with nothing but a diaper on. Mom got a call from the school a couple building down asking if she was missing a three year old with red hair. :P and he could also climb any gate that we could...some that we couldn't. and he was always climbing on the dining room table, and almost knocking it over!
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