I bought Sadie a Bumbo Seat for Easter. (They are great little chairs that help babies to sit up and strengthen the muscles they need to learn to crawl.) She’s only 3 months old, so a chocolate bunny isn’t going to do her a lot of good, unless I eat it! And bless her little heart, with 2 older sisters, everything she has to her name is a hand-me-down.
Of course if there is ANYTHING new in the house, Aubrey(4) and Emma(2) are going to fight over it. Even if it’s not their’s. Sadie had her time in the Bumbo, and as soon as she was out of it the fighting began.
What exactly they were fighting over is beyond me…the chair is too small for either one of them. After a good 5 minutes of shrieking and carrying on, I snatched the Bumbo out of the middle of their tug-of-war and put it in “toy time-out,” i.e., the top of the entertainment center.
Aubrey and Emma cried and fussed for a few more minutes while I finished making lunch. Then they got quiet. Very quiet. TOO quiet. I tiptoed into our living room and hid (yes, I hid from 2 toddlers so I could spy on them.) I listened as they whispered and plotted on how they were going to get the chair off the top of our 7 foot tall entertainment center. They had my broom, and a detailed plan of how they were going to knock it down.
I jumped up from behind the wall, scaring the BEJEZZUS out of both of them and yelled, “WHAT do you think you’re doing?”
They jumped about a mile, dropped the broom and Aubrey said without even a glance at her sister…”We were just talking about elephants!”