Hi All,
Well, it finally happened. Bree has a tooth! Today we noticed the pearly white peeking out - bottom left central incisor. While we never really doubted they were there, it's nice to see some proof!
And, on a more serious note, Drew gave me a huge scare this morning. After breakfast, I got the kids out of their high chairs and proceeded to the sink to wash off their trays. Bree was nearby and fussing a bit. So, I was watching her as I cleaned. As I finished with the trays and picked up Bree, I scanned the room for Drew, who was nowhere to be seen. But then, to my horror, I saw the sliding glass door was pushed open. (I had left it shut, but unlocked, as the animals frequently want in and out.) I very abruptly set Bree down and ran to the door to see Drew's bottom pointing downwards ready to descend the steep deck stairs. I don't think I've ever been this scared in Drew and Bree's short lifetime. I shudder to think what could have been, had I not shown up when I did. We haven't done much practice on stairs, and these were wet and steep. For whatever reason, I can't stop playing the scenario over and over in my head and imagining him tumbling to the cement landing below; it just makes me feel awful! Lesson learned. We are now officially in lock down mode around the house. Jim came home and was able to rig up a baby gate at the deck stairwell for added security.
Switching gears back to a lighter topic, we got the kids outside for a bit tonight. The warm weather made for a pleasant evening. And, based on the last story, are you surprised we set up the baby jail?!? Jim's brother and sister-in-law passed this along from their baby days, and it works great! Well, at least Jim and I think so. Not sure the little Mannings agree. :)
"Perhaps I can scale the walls..."
"Bree, don't worry, I'll find a way to spring us from this joint."
