Look at this sweet thing, quietly admiring the flowers I got for my birthday (Thanks, TP#1!). Our little Tamsin is walking, dancing, talking (new favourites include "cookie", "cracker", "juice", "Vaaaa" and "Ail-la") (awwww!), and has the dubious distinction of being the first Huffling to require safety latches on cupboards.
|Wait! Where did you get that marker???|
For some reason, the other two had no interest in all the drawers that could catch little fingers, the cupboards that contain chemicals and danger, or even the cabinet which she was standing in front of last week when Grandma found her with a bottle of rum in her quick little hands. The upside? We now have safety latches. The downside? It now takes a few extra seconds for Grandma to get to the rum.
Today, she climbed down the basement stairs and was playing quietly by herself while I read a story to the other two. (Tamsin, not Grandma.) After a while, I thought I should probably check on her, because although the playroom is safe and there's nothing she could get into OH MY GOD.
I decided that I would deal with it later, and brought her upstairs. Vaughn ran down there just after dinner, and wailed his way back upstairs, refusing to use that bathroom. True, it sort of looks like a gas station bathroom, but it's clean, I swear.