I should probably let you know that I am horizontally challenged, I am also vertically challenged but that's another day...another post. I am a whopping 5 feet 1/2 am inch tall. (I feel a lot taller when I include the 1/2 of inch). For all "us" mommies out there who are also considered "short-stuff", you will be able to totally relate to this...
Then I decide to play the "Mommy is leaving the room!" game, thinking that I am being so VERY clever. Sure enough as I reach the door to "leave" they crawl over to the side where I can reach them. I begin to walk back and I think I've got them fooled BUT JUST BEFORE I am within arms length...BAM, down they go and crawl to the OTHER side of the crib...giggling this time!
Now, I am not a quitter! So, I try the "Mommy is leaving the room" game AGAIN, only THIS time on the way back I head in to a sprint (or what feels like a sprint TO ME) just KNOWING I will be victorious but NOPE! BAM...over to the other side of the crib they go...in their baby-like Sprint...giggles galore explode. I'm about to pass out from the "sprint" across the room and they think it's the funniest thing since "ripped paper" (YouTube plug)
Anywho, I proceed to PLEAD with them, in between my shallow breaths (recouping from the sprint) "Come On...come stand by mommy...mommy can't reach you over there...Come On...PLEEEEZZEEE come to mommy!" To which they take a TINY crawl forward...I lean in way too soon...they quickly retreat...more giggling, however this time I am positive that there is a little "school yard bulling" tone to the giggle...LOL!
Finally, I cave. I go over to the side of the crib and grab the stool that I asked Dave to put there and at the time I asked him to do this, I was thinking silently to myself: "I am short BUT NOT THAT short...but better to be prepared" (that's the Girl Guide in me I suppose) Well, as it turns out YES, I AM IN FACT THAT SHORT! I really should say THANK-YOU to my husband for buying not ONE but TWO step stools (one for each crib) as I did insisted to him at the time, that he was being a little silly having one for each room....hmmmm....I guess I was wrong!
No need to re-read that last paragraph. You did read that right...A STEP STOOL!! And so, I leaned down and moved the stool to the middle of the front of the crib, took my shameful step up and said to them "You won the fight but I won the battle" and rather effortlessly pick them up. I could see the defeat in their eyes but I could also see the wheels just a turning....trying to figure out the NEW, MORE EXCITING GAME they will play with me the next time. I am not sure if I should be worried or "pumped" for the next challenge that awaits?!?!?
|At Least The Stool Color Matches the Room Decor|