
So the other morning, I set Paige down in her crib and she is content and mesmerized by her mobile. So, clever mother that I am, I decide to run for it, and take a shower while I can. I hear Ainsleigh saying, "Mama, the music turned off so I had to wind it back up for Paige." I assume she is leaning over and winding up the music on the mobile. I get out of the shower and start to feel like drying off is not as important as checking on my daughters. It is too quiet. I walk in their room to see the above. Ainsleigh is in the crib with Paige. She has covered herself and her sister with blankets and put all the stuffed animals she could find around them. I don't see Rose, the plastic decoy duck she inherited from Great grandpa Louis (funny story for another time), but just about everything else is there. I'm still not sure how I should have reacted. Laughter? Fear? Amazement?

Paige looks happy. I guess I'll just be glad for that and maybe be more careful next time. My big helper. So unaware that she could ever cause any harm.













































