The first disappearing act performed this weekend in the Connolly household was performed by Matt who is off on a rafting trip for three days with his college roommates. This has been traumatic in certain ways (and to any of those of you who are single parents or were raised by single parents you should either give yourself a pat on the back or call/hug the person who raised you because single parenthood is no joke)–but at least it was planned.
The unplanned disappearing act was performed by Liam this morning while I went in the kitchen to grab my coffee cup and go back into his room to play. In the 10 seconds it took me to do this the baby who was sitting in the middle of the carpet when I left the room had disappeared. Luckily my heart had not had time to fall into my stomach quite yet when I spotted the foot. It was the only visible part of my son who had somehow managed to get himself completely underneath his crib in 10 seconds time. I don’t want to know how he did it and am in the process of convincing myself that he simply rolled over there. It is also possible that he crawled there but I’m choosing to deny that possibility until I see it with my own two eyes.
I also had to move the basket that contains mostly medical supplies and has had a home on the floor by his hamper since he was born. He spotted it when I removed him from underneath the bed and immediately went for the one thing in the basket with a cord. It’s now on the shelf above his dresser…you don’t think he’ll eat any sand at the beach, do you?
No, he won’t eat the sand. It’s too much like rice cereal!