After putting the kids to bed one night I was bustling around the house straightening things up. I picked up the toys and clothes that were strewn all over the house and finally began to head back up the mountain of stairs to put everything in its proper place. When I reached the top I noticed that the office door was open so I went to shut it. I got it about half way closed when I heard a tiny voice say “Hi mom.” Slowly I opened the door back up to see my little Elaina happily drawing on various papers strewn all over my desk. “What are you doing?” I asked in complete shock. “I drawing.” She said matter-of-factly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” “No.” she said confidently. Who knows how long she had been up there in solitary bliss but of course I had to crash the party and put her back to bed! She did not appreciate my responsible parenting, but at least after that she fell asleep and there were no more big surprises the rest of the evening. Nothing like a two-year-old to keep me on my toes!
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Last Sunday my husband and I were sitting at the kitchen table trying to finish our coffee before we had to leave for church. The kids were upstairs watching 10 minutes of Leap Frog and we were enjoying a moment of uninterrupted conversation when suddenly there was a loud crash across from us in the living room area. We looked at each other, and then looked in the direction of sound. We looked at each other, and then looked in the direction of the sound again. Finally it dawned on us that the light fixture above the niche outside our bedroom door was no longer on the ceiling but on the floor in millions of tiny pieces. Needless to say our coffee never got finished and we were late for church. Another perfect Sunday morning for the Sextons!
One afternoon I went upstairs to get Elaina up from her nap. As I opened the door to her room, I saw her sitting on the bed with her mouth full of something. “What do you have in your mouth?” I demanded. “A book!” she said through her bulging cheeks. “Spit it out!” I said as I held out my hand. Obediently she regurgitated a mouthful of chewed paper. I looked down to see one of her books lying on the bed with its pages completely chewed through. “No, no!” I said still recovering from the shock “We don’t eat our books!” Truthfully I never thought I would have to say those words, but at least I know she was telling the literal truth when she said she had a book in her mouth.
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