About 20 minutes ago Libby went in her room and shut the door. I heard her playing with some toys and talking to herself, and wondered just how long before she realized she couldn't get out and had a meltdown. About 5 minutes ago, it got real quiet in there. 5 minutes of envisioning all the horrible things she could be doing, I snuck open the door for a look. She was sitting on the floor emptying wipes out of the container and draping them across various parts of her body. Since I knew there were only a dozen or so wipes in there to begin with, I eased the door shut, but left it open a crack so she could let herself out. As soon as I got back to my chair, she came barreling out of her room, told me what she was doing (I think), then turned around, ran back in, and slammed the door. Not a peep since then.
Part of me is rejoicing at this new development, and part of me is screaming "No! She's growing up! STOP!!!" The screaming part is really small however, and the rest of me is glad for some peace and quiet :)
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Quiet in our house means BIG trouble. Today it was Jerry, baby Jerry, picking up 5 week old Michael and moving him from the bouncy seat to the floor. Like I said, TROUBLE!
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