Steven and I are going on a date today, so the girls might be up a little late this evening. I figured I would put them down for a nap. Seporah doesn’t normally take them and Felicity’s begun to refuse all but one short one. If they won’t nap, I decided they would get quiet time. At 3 minutes they quieted down, but I was pretty sure they weren’t asleep. After about 25 minutes of quiet playing I hear in a scared, ear-piercing scream “MOMMY! MOMMY! HELP ME! OH NO! MOMMY! MOMMY! HELP ME!” My mind goes to all the possibilities. Oh no, Felicity fell out of her crib! Oh no, Seporah hurt herself jumping off the changing table! Crap, what happened this time?!?!
I open the door. Nothing seems amiss. Seporah continues with the “HELP ME MOMMY!” I walk over, a corner of her sheet had come off and she wanted help getting it back on. I’m not sure if the sheet was really upsetting her or if she just wanted out of her room. But either way, she got both. They are so spoiled.
So how often do you have children jumping off the changing table?
More often than I should admit to.
The more they jump, the better their chances of becoming olympic-class gymnasts. I say jump away…
Huh, love you all!