There is one rule I have relied on pretty steadfastly since Jack first began to be mobile two and three quarters of a year ago. And that is that if he is quiet, he is doing something wrong. But what a difference three makes. Twice in the past couple of days there was a quiet in my house that did not bring disaster thirty seconds later. Usually the exchange would have gone like this:
Me (calling from the bathroom, or nursing the baby, or squishing chopmeat, etc.): Jack, what are you doing?
[crash, loud cat yowling]
But twice in the past two days it has gone like this:
Me (still in the bathroom, nursing, or squishing): Jack, what are you doing?
And he really was!
I can get used to this.