Maggie informed me this afternoon that she wanted to play in her room. She bid me farewell and cheerfully headed up the stairs. I was overjoyed! Could this be the beginning of her independence? She's been very tied to me since we got over here, and while I love my daughter I'd really like to have a little time apart from her. Using the facilities alone would be a fantastic treat! Anyway, off she went to her room, and I settled in to answer some emails and chat with a friend, all without Maggie's not to gentle "help". Bliss! At first I could hear her running around (how does such a small person make so much noise? Honestly!). Then it got really quiet. And then there was a rather loud thump followed by nothing. Uhoh! No crying though, so either she was fine or she was unconscious and I had a real problem. I was just about to fly up the stairs to check on my precious, breakable, delicate flower (*snort*) when I heard her start to sing. Right, okay, the kid's still alive. As I resumed breathing and went back to my emailing and chatting I started hearing what sounded like a radio. Interesting...we don't have a radio on the second floor. My phone maybe? No, that's in my purse and has no music on it anyway. Unless she's downloaded some. Which I wouldn't be at all surprised by. So I sat here puzzling about how she managed to turn on a non-existent radio when it dawned on me that she's managed to get that really irritating Christmas moose out of the cradle. The one I put in there because she's too small to get at it. Hmm. Okay. Fine. It's upstairs, I can't hear it all that well, it's all good. Then I heard more music. And more. She apparently managed to get all three really annoying musical toys out. Okay, still fine. She can listen to them when I'm down here and somewhat insulted from the sound. Back to my email and chat. Or not. That's about when she started calling for me in a somewhat panicked voice. Right. Okay, fine. Off I go up the stairs to see what the problem was. Maggie met me at the top of the stairs with a big grin. I asked her what she needed help with and she cheerfully informed me that she needed me to dance with her. Uhuh. Okay, fine. I can do that. Email will keep. So we head into her room to dance to the "music". Only to find this:
Eep! The thump was apparently the top of the toy box coming off when she was climbing up to get the irritating toys out of the cradle. The singing was what accompanied the destruction. Now I know. When little miss heads upstairs alone to "play" I will have some work putting things to rights again. It only took me an hour to tidy up the mess that took 10 minutes to make.
This is what the room looks like now. I suspect it will not stay that way long. Ah the joys of a toddler! *grin*
why don't you spell her name with the letters?
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